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GIA



I thought Girl, Interrupted was Jolie's most brilliant work to date. 
Boy I was wrong. 

On previous night, I stumbled across this movie called Gia on HBO. It was near my beauty-sleep so I didn't watch it seriously. But as the movie rolling, I was intrigued.
The movie based on true story about Gia Carangi (1960 - 1986) whose success and troubles flew as high as kite. People believed that she was the first model who crowned as "supermodel", considering her walks in famous designer's runaway and covers of many fashion magazines. Her true beauty was inversely to her personal trouble. She was young, fragile, and lonely. She finally hit the rock bottom before became an addict... and later died on age 26 because of AIDS. The disease that considered "taboo" at that time. Even doctors and nurses wore what we called as "space suit" when examined her.

Angelina Jolie was literally an unknown actress. But her acting really knocked me out of bed to watch her all night till the movie finished. Gia was an open lesbian (bisexual for that matters) and Jolie played her role INSANELY good (she earned Golden Globe for the role). 
I'm not going to spoil the movie more, cos I think you have to watch it by yourself. You'll realize how good it is. I admire Jolie, but I bow down for Gia... Whose life inspired us to love and respect ourselves more than anything. Because if it's not us, who will? 

most memorable quote from Gia


RIP Gia.. 1960 - 1986

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