This morning saw the world premiere of Changeling, Clint Eastwood's new film,which may even be called The Exchange -- reports are murky and muddled as to what, in fact, the final title of the film is. The plot revolves around mother Christine Collins (Angelina Jolie) whose son Walter goes missing; when police bring her found son back after weeks of fear and heartbreak, glad for a moment and then she's insistent: That's not my child.

Based on a true story, The Changeling is most definitely going to get Jolie an Oscar nomination, and may even earn her the win; aside from that, frankly, there's not much else in the movie. I know Kim liked Changeling a lot more than I did -- you can read her review at the link above; for me, it was just more of the massive, ham-fisted manipulation Clint Eastwood's brought to the screen in the over-praised, clumsy, phony Million Dollar Baby. There's no ambiguity in Changeling-- Jolie is a suffering, strong saint, the cops who have brought her the wrong child and refuse to acknowledge they've done wrong are moustache-twirling bad guys out of a silent film. And even when it's broad, it's bland -- there's no pulp or muck to it that might make it more than just a showcase for Jolie's misty-eyed maternal majesty on the big screen.
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