It’s a happy birthday to Angelina Jolie, who turns 32 today, but celebrates presumably with a tattoo rather than another adoption. The hoi polloi give Jolie a lot of shit, but I’ve always found her candor refreshing, and I can tell you that her advocacy work and humanitarian efforts as a goodwill ambassador on behalf of the United Nations is legitimate and to be admired. She has a true global consciousness. Having interviewed her several times, I can also vouch for the fact that she’s in a much better place — emotionally, psychologically, spiritually, however you want to couch it — than she was earlier in her career, when she was vicariously living out damaged roles such as her Oscar-winning turn in Girl, Interrupted. I’m sure she’d agree that motherhood has helped center and calm her, and that comes through in her work, be it in something politically topical like Michael Winterbottom’s A Mighty Heart, or even a piece of spry, mischievous commercial fare like Mr. & Mrs. Smith. One can’t always draw connections between an actor’s public faces and performances, but in Jolie’s case it’s appropriate. She’s found her groove, hopefully in lasting fashion.