London, UK - The Hollywood actress limped on the Bafta red carpet at the Royal Opera House tonight looking as if a vindictive hairdresser had hexed her tresses in retribution god-knows-what awful stuff.
A lank and boring color job could barely conceal that she'd shed at last half of her glossy signature mane, maybe the result of some terrible worry.
Clutching at Brad Pitt's arm like a Russian weightlifter clinging to her Olympic dumbbells Ms Joile's strained smile only just masking what looked like a deep-seated displeasure at her partner's new Oswald Mosley-esque haircut.
"Brad's channeling the Blackshirts' fascist leader," the London editor of Californian celeb site LA FagHagSlagMag.con explained, "complete with shaven sideburns and Mein Kampf mustache."
Later the pair were seen chatting to Leonardo Di Caprio whose own fulsome locks reputedly owe their entire existence to the Manhattan Anti-Balding Cure.
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