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Titolo: [XL] [RASSEGNA STAMPA] Baby, it's you (Jennifer Aniston on Elle Usa)

Vi posto il mega\pezzo su Jennifer Aniston apparso su Elle Usa n.193
(Settembre 2001). Se ci sono errori, abbiate pieta' (ho dovuto
ricontrollare il testo perche' l'Ocr funziona a meta', ma era
veramente lunghissimo!). Spero di aver rottato tutti gli spoiler^___^.
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Baby, it's you
How did Jennifer Aniston get to be everyone's best friend? And why is
she ready (when the time comes) to ditch it all? Fred Schruers talks
to one half af America's nicest glamour couple about loving, being
loved, and the prospect of motherhood.
In the film Rock Star, Jennifer Aniston plays a small-town girl who
runs into the sordid underbelly of '80s era heavy metal while trailing
after har boyfriend (Mark Wahlberg), on his way up. Aniston acquits
herself well, notes the film's screenwriter, John Stockwell. But, he
adds, the toughest task the production faced was showing WahIberg
"with his head just spinning over these Sunset Strip beauties" when in
fact his supposedly plain-Jane ginfriend is... Jennifer Aniston. 
Indeed, there's something close to the state of the art in Aniston's
desirability quotient these days, an organic kind of attraction that
no Hyatt House hussy is likely to put in the shade. Thus, after an
aide has welcomed her visitor into the Hollywood Hills hideaway that
she shares with husband Brad Pitt, a certain drama inhabits a room
that's awaiting her arrival. Soon the couple will move to a
six-bedroom home on a nearby verdant canyonside, but they'll keep this
cozily high-tech retreat, rebuilt from a greenhouse according to
Pitt's instructions and spare, modernist sensibility. There are stacks
of coffee-table books on subjects ranging from the architect Schindler
to "Turkey from the Air", some stainless-steel car models in a
Futurist vein, and a good selection of hippie-comfortable designer
furniture. The house's main room is flooded with light, with a headily
open and accessible feel - a place where the late-night laughs almost
still seem to be resonating. 
Abruptly, Aniston skitters halfway into the room on orange platforms.
The arms are deeply tanned and discreetly muscled, the torso as trim
and famously shapely as expected beneath a blue camisole, the hips
unparsimonious in jeans.The sculptured planes of the face (with a
symmetrical scoop of chin that would please even a Futurist
aesthetician) belong to the skinny edition of Jennifer, who once,
legendarily, was thirty-plus pounds heavier. The corners of the mouth
that turn up in unsardonic amusement are an instant reminder of her
Friend's character, Rachel Green. But where Rachel's eyes are often
clouded with a winning sort of confusion, Aniston's are clear, quietly
probing, and a remarkable blue that television and even fìlm don't
quite do justice. It does say something about our national appetite
for all things natural (she is the girl next door, albeit only in
deep-REM dreams) that Jennifer Aniston is one of showbiz's reigning
objects of envy and attraction. Aniston apologizes for having
postponed the interview a day (occasioned by the sudden arrival of two
scripts she had to read quickly). It's a small enough courtesy but an
unusually solicitous one, as was the call from her aide wondering if
her interviewer had had lunch. "Something about her seems like she's
just one of those people that Hollywood types fly over on their way to
L.A.," says Stockwell. "She's not cynical, not jaded - the sort of
girl that you can't imagine what she does with the three-quarters of a
million dollars she makes every week." 
The session begins with Aniston's salad and her visitor's sandwich
quietly disappearing, as she explains how she and Pitt, who married on
July 29 last year, have come to be nesting in this outpost that was
formerly kept as a studio for her painting and sculpting, his
architectural pursuits, and the odd musical jam with friends
(Aniston's most recent birthday present from Pitt was guitar lessons).
"There was a flood - a pipe broke in my other house, and we were
trying to live on this rough terrain - the floors are all ripped up.
So we've primarily been living here for the past couple of months."
She glances over her left shoulder, summoning up what's beyond the
front door - a quiet street of varied, unostentatious Hollywood homes
defended by an iron fence that rises like a castle gate, as if it's
ready to munch on the cars that are buzzed through. But on the far
side of the barricade, there are still vans of eager snoops. "I don't
know how you can avoid those rascally paparazzi finding out where you
are - camping out and doing that sort of pathetic existence that they
do to fill those trash magazines," she says. "I, unfortunately, too
riled up by it. Your'e never going to win - so let it go and let it
be." 
She hasn't quite get a little convinced herself of that wisdom,
however: "We are actors, but I don't know where we signed up for 'You
can cIimb over our walls and take photographs of us.'" (Aniston sued
one publication whose photographer did just that, snapping blurry
shots of her sunbathing topless.) "This is not an 'If you ask for it,
you get it' kind of thing." She shrugs and turns noticeably more
upbeat: "We actually found a house, which I am really excited about;
we've been just looking for months, so it feels good to know that
there will be a new place where we can downsize a bit."
Aniston, who turned thirty-two in February, exudes a practicality that
almost seems designed to shroud the fact that she and her husband are
part of that odd modern category: the world's Most Beautiful People.
But the paparazzi can't forget it, and even their fellow MBP-designate
George Clooney, who co-produced Rock Star and hung with Brad on the
set of Steven Soderbergh's Ocean's Eleven, can't ignore it. "They're
really fun," he notes in a bit of testimony that has echoed across
every soundstage on which the pair has cuddled. "She'd come by the
Ocean's set, and you look over and go, 'Well, there's a homely
couple.'" The congenial Clooney can even be drawn into speculating on
what an Aniston/Pitt child would be like. When it's suggested that
such an offspring would emerge glowing, he says, "Exactly. Or just
explode - too much for Earth." (Navfgba, jub fcrnxf bs fhpu znggref
orybj, pna'g uryc ohg fzvyr ng gur enfu bs ehzbhef gung fur, yvxr
Sevraq'f Enpury, vf certanag. "Gung'f jung'f fb shaal," fur fnlf. "Jr
jrer yvxr, 'Jryy, wrrm, jr'ir tbg vg jevggra va urer; vg pbhyq pbzr va
avpryl.' Ohg, lbh xabj, jr'yy frr.Nyy va tbbq gvzr.") 
If Clooney is happy to have Aniston on the planet, he's gladder still
that she agreed to shoot Rock Star during her latest hiatus from
television. "Whenever you're in trouble," he  says, "you throw it to
Jennifer and she makes the lines sing. I would read things in the
draft and go, 'Wow, I don't think that works.' And then I'd see
Jennifer do it and say, 'AlI right, I was wrong."'
In one scene in which Aniston's character, Emily, finds herself
trapped in a limo with the hard-living rock-star wives and girlfriends
who travel in the wake of Wahlbergs band, she's of fered a morning
slug of vodka from the bottle. "Thanks," she mutters in a nicely
underplayed moment. "Already had breakfast." In the film's
tuning-point scene, she creates a riveting stillness in the midst of a
noisy hotel hallway. Even as the rock'n'roll riffraff whirl around her
loaded, unfaithful boyfriend, we see her slipping away from him,
perhaps permanently, in a way so subtle he barely comprehends it.
"It's definitely Mark's movie," says director Stephen Herek, "but
Jennifer really holds her own where she needs to be toe-to-toe with
him."
It's a fìlm in which Pitt contemplated playing the lead. The movie was
still called Metal God when Pitt made the head-banger-research rounds
with screenwriter Stockwell (himself an actor and, more recently,
director of crazy/beautiful). Pitt reportedly was lukewarm on the
studio's first couple of director candidates, but Stockwell identified
a more fundamental impediment to his taking the role, as one night on
their way home from a Korn concert, Pitt made a tender 3:00 A.M. call
to Aniston. "He wakes her up, but she's not mad, and he's just
reporting in, not out of a sense of duty, but out of love," Stockwell
says. "He's so in love with her, and I think he feels like he's truly
hit the mother lode. But part of the character's journey is that at
the beginning of the fìlm he doesn't realize how good he's got it, or
how amazing she is. In fact, I think Brad could never imagine cheating
on Jennifer. I think he just felt like, there's no way - once you got
her, you're not looking at anyone else.
"It is sweet," Stockwell adds, a trifle abashed ar the sheer Pollyanna
marvels of such a couple (she promised at their wedding to always make
his "favorite banana milkshake"). "I mean, it will give you diabetes."
Pitt blends loyalty with a daring level of indulgence toward his
spouse, which becomes clear as she relates how disappointed she was
when a Steven Tyler cameo in Rock Star fell through: "Some bands, like
U2 and Aerosmith, just transcend, just keep it up and up. And Steven
Tyler, I have to say - I don't know how oId the man is, but he's
phenomenal, that energy. He is the one person that Brad said I can
have if the opportunity presents itself. He said, 'You can have that
one."' And in exchange? Who would Brad's love freebie be- "He's never
said. It never comes up. Steven Tyler has just been our joke for a
long time. I'm more verbal about it, I'm sure, than Brad is."
Central to the handed-down tale of Aniston's rise to prominence is the
aforementioned thirty pounds she shed before getting her role on
Friends. Though you could hardly have called her an ugly duckling or a
failure, she was languishing in episodic television (with a credit for
the film "Leprechaun" before turning up as an increasingly big deal on
the small screen - the had-snapping looker amid an attractive cast.
(Part of the charm of her and Pitt's celebrated union is thar her
husband arrived as a similar sort of icon of sensuality: the
six-packed, irresistibly grinning grifter gigolo of Thelma & Louise.)
Born in Sherman Oaks a few miles north of where she sits this day,
Aniston is the daughter of an acfor whose original Greek name was John
Anastassakis - the hissable Victor of the soap Days of Our Lives. She
gor her early education at the Rudolf Steiner School (a freewheeling
creativity lab where, for example, students rook up any musical
instrument that struck their fancy). John and her mother, Nancy,
divorced when Aniston was nine - Nancy would later publicly detail how
he ran off with his soap co-star-and Aniston saw little of her father
until recent years. (He now Iives not far away in Topanga Canyon.)
Nancy raised her and her older half-brother, John (who eventually
headed off to college) - she and her daughter lived on Manhattan's
Upper West Side, where Aniston tested her zeal for acting in student
productions at the Fiorella LaGuardia High School of Performing Arts.
The Off-Broadway performances she did in New York and the scattered
roles on a string of mostly unsuccessful television shows hardly
forecast the day when she and her fellow Friends would be asking NBC
For $750,000 per episode each - and getting it. When the show was
called Six ofOne, as ir was being mounted in I994, Aniston was asked
to try our for the Monica role but ended up auditioning for Rachel,
the girI of privilege who now serves up coffee and addled one-liners.
The fame brought on by the series' success, if not sudden, was close
to overwhelming.
With it came a sad betrayal. In 1996, her mother stumbled into
blabbing about Aniston on a tabloid talk show, and then published a
gossipy memoir titled "From Mother and Daugther to Friends" (in it,
she recounts her daughter's phone call soon after the TV interview,
"her voice distorted with rage" as she said she'd never forgive her).
Now, when Aniston speaks about the complex feelings that have resulted
in her mother still nor meeting Pitt, it's with a mixture of hesitancy
and resolve: "It's your family," she says. "It's the hardest thing...
unfortunately it was dragged out into the public. I'm a firm believer
in keeping your dirty laundry to yourseIf." Distractedly and yet
methodically, her face hardening with what looks to be remembered
anger, Aniston lights the one Merit she'll smoke in the course of our
meeting and taps the ashes into what's left of her salad. "We all have
our own struggles. Some lives are easier than others. It continues to
be hard, but time will heal it. I know I love my mother. I will always
love my mother. and we all make choices... That was a choice that she
made.
"It's kind of ironic," she adds of her less complicated feelings
toward her father, who clearly has been forgiven for his long absences
from her life: "My dad is just awesome, wonderful in every way. He's a
human being. We alI make mistakes.  As an adult it's easier to see
that than when you're an angry teenager going. 'Why did you...?
Divorce, you know, is hard for any kid. So you kind of put everything
out on the tahle, acknowledge it and be accountable, and move on."
Moving on would seem to he a theme for the coming year, as Aniston and
the Friends cadre will decide next spring, or sooner, whether to renew
their rich deal or walk away to pursue their own shows and films. ("I
couldn't tell you who is the leader and who is the follower," says
Friends co-founder and executive producer Marta Kauffman of the sextet
who never fail to hug each other before a taping, "because they go and
they work their things out, and then they say, 'This is where we
are.'")
Like pals Courtney Cox Arquette and Lisa Kudrow, Aniston has taken on
films during the show's production hiatus - with mixed results. She
regretfully recalls jumping into "Picture Perfect" without a finished
script because it was the best role that fit her schedule, but, as a
lover of the offbeat indie films that have to make their own way,
enjoyed the hard work of getting "The Object of my Affection"'s
tangled romance on-screen in 112 minutes. "The three of us girls have
lunch together every day," says Kudrow. "That stuff comes up, and
we're each others' cheerleaders who are there to say, 'Well, if it
doesn't feel right, don't do it.'"
Last March, Aniston, partly inspired by Kudrow's effective turn in the
challenging drama "The Opposite of Sex", took on a role in "The Good
Girl", directed by "Chuck&Buck's" Miguel Arteta and written by Mike
White, who played the emotionally stalled Buck in that scalding but
witty indie. As "The Good Girl"'s title character, Justine, Aniston is
the frustrated laboring-class Texas housewife to John C. Reilly's
loser husband. "I went in  saying, 'I'm going to push you to try
different colors,"' says Arteta.. "'You are going to play this as a
woman who is fed up with the world.' She looked me in the eye and
said, 'That's music to my ears.'" Aniston cited to Arteta the example
of Robert Redford's tapping Mary Tyler Moore's hidden gift for drama
in "Ordinary People": "She said, 'I've been waiting for something like
this.'"
"I really wanted to do a good job," says Aniston. "Because in the back
of your head is the question 'Will this be accepted? Will they buy
this?' There's always that element with any of us on Friends  who try
movies - like, 'Keep your day job!' and I understand that. It's hard
to have these people that you see every week alI of a sudden go and do
something else.
"But "The Good Girl's" story was so human and painfully real; there's
that part of you that says the world can't be all candy-coated."
Aniston's struggle to balance the limitations of Friends with more
highhrow projects has led her in recent months to question whether she
still wants to be an actress. Perhaps because her life has grown more
sedate and fulfilling, she's become impatient with Rachel's emotional
chaos: "I say to the writers, 'Come on, you guys, another young
boyfriend where she doesn't know what she's doing?'" Still, she
admits, "It could be a sad day when that drive [over the hilI to the
television studio] doesn't happen anymore."
Jvgu ynfg frnfba'f svany rcvfbqr, ivn n ynfg-frpbaq, snqr-gb-oynpx
ernpgvba fubg gung znqr vg pyrne Enpury jnf certanag, Navfgba fgrccrq
vagb n unvyfgbez bs dhrfgvbaf nf gb jurgure neg jnf vzvgngvat ure bja
yvsr. She insists otherwise: "I'm not pregnant. You can get that out
of the way." Lrg fur vfa'g ful nobhg uvagvat gung fur'q unccvyl sbyybj
Enpury'f yrnq. "You start to make choices. AlI of our friends have
kids. Your priorities change, and it's about your home and enjoying
the passage of time. Going to New York or Europe for five months isn't
so appealng. And if it works out where we have kids. we'll sort of
switch off [in accepting roles], and the family will go wherever we
need to go, which will be a nice luxury once Friends is done. But we
haven't crossed that bridge yet."
As she sits amid the guitar cases and stacks of books, the unseen but
palpable presence of her husband seems to waft in along with the warm
Los Angeles breeze. The shag-carpeted bungalow feels like exactly the
right setting for Aniston's valedictory sentiment, with its echoes of
Beatles lyrics and a gentler decade: "At the end of the day, when you
go up to the big guy, he ain't going to care if you were famous or how
loaded you were or any of that. So it comes down to love - have vou
loved? Have you loved and received love?" Aniston's Mona Lisa smile
seems to momentarily undercut the absolute she's just stated.  But
after another moment, she folds her hands, as if content to go with
that conclusion. And why not?

she's become impatient with Rachel's emotional chaos
tar tar tar.\___/.
SuperBimba - adoooooro Rachel. Ma questa Jennifer... mumble...

she's become impatient with Rachel's emotional chaos: 
magari, se fosse stata rachel a sposare brad pitt, avrebbe trovato il
modo di organizzare il caos. magari;)
sere\mmmh

ah, perche' normalmente non usa far mangiare i giornalisti?;)
di solito ci rimpinguano nelle conferenze stampa inutili... in quei
casi ci possono persino scappare viaggi in California
SuperBimba - ^_________-

> Alle pulcine le uploadero' direttamente in ML^________-
Ci sono anche delle foto?? Vorrei farle mangiare al mio parruchiere, cosě
impara a raparmi a zero....brutto bastardo....
Mavi

(Settembre 2001)
Stampo il post, lo leggo con calma e poi prometto di commentare
Grazie grazie
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