Nope, not the next presidential election, but the re-meeting of Jennifer Aniston and Brad Pitt! The two haven't seen each other since their marriage melted when Angelina Jolie curled her little finger in a come hither gesture and Brad bounded off to hold Angie's purse and change some diapers back in '04. But both Brad and Jen have films to promote at the Toronto Film Festival next week. With Angie stuck back in the French mansion with Brad's mom and the six-million kiddies, could this Brad/Jen re-meet be fraught with, um, something?
"Jen & Brad to Meet FACE TO FACE: Sweet Revenge!" boasts Star magazine.
"Angelina's Furious About Brad Seeing Jen!" In Touch's cover screams!
OK!, too, splashes Jennifer Aniston across its cover, but they admit that while the exes both have scheduled appearances at the festival, it seems entirely likely that in a city of 2.5 million people, the erstwhile couple might not bump into each other.
We've been following the Democrats in Denver this week, so we've got elections on the brain, and we can't help but think that the kids at OK! sound a little like Walter Mondale in '84, telling the American people that both he and Reagan were going to have to raise taxes, but that he was the only candidate honest enough to admit it. True perhaps, but what's Walt been doing the past 24 years. Sometimes we don't want the truth when the non-truth is so much sexier!
Star claims that Jen and Brad already chatted on the phone when Jen called Brad's mom (they're still besties) distraught over her public break-up with sappy singer John Mayer. "John would be so yesterday's news if Jen saw Brad!" says a source, who claims the two are talking meet-and-greet.
And In Touch says that new mamma of twins Angie is a hormonal mess insecure about her baby weight, who thinks that her partner might take a liking to Jen's yoga body. Says one insider, "She imagines Brad will be there sipping champagne at the Park Hyatt's roof lounge and that Jen will be with him."
See, that's what we're talking about! We want these two feeding each other chocolate-dipped strawberries and reminiscing—and not at separate hotels on separate days.
As Mondale can attest, honesty doesn't win elections—or cover wars.