12.27.2006

Ronee Blakley in Nashville (1975) - Supporting Actress Sundays (Wednesday Edition)

Everything about Robert Altman's legendary opus Nashville seems consciously built to underscore that Nashville's an ensemble work -- a collage portrait of a town, a culture, a nation. The first words of the trailer announce that Nashville's about "five days in the lives of 24 unforgettable people." The poster's crowded with faces. And the genius opening credits blare, scrolling (in the style of an old K-Tel anthology album) the names and faces of this extraordinary cast of characters. And yet, despite all this ensemble hoopla, one Nashville character does stand (on emotional, narrative, and structural levels) as the film's...oh...centerpiece, the single character upon whom each of those other 23 characters fixates at least once during the course of the film and the character whose arrival and "departure" frame the loose action of the intervening 160 minutes. That character is, of course, the reigning Queen of Country Music in Altman's Nashville: Barbara Jean, played by...


...Ronee Blakley in Nashville (1975).
approximately 26 minutes and 34 seconds on-screen
8 scenes
roughly 16% of film's total screen time

The film begins as a diverse crowd gathers at the Nashville airport to welcome Blakley's Barbara Jean -- a widely beloved country music superstar-- back to the country music capital. As a marching band oompahpahs an instrumental version of Barbara Jean's autobiographical anthem, "My Idaho Home," a phalanx of baton twirlers offers Barbara Jean the sequined equivalent of military honors. From first glimpse -- wearing a backcombed bouffant wig, daintily adorned with ribbon and footlong sweetheart curls, and a long-sleeved, high-collared, high-waisted floor length dress -- Blakley's Barbara Jean seems almost a direct spoof of Loretta Lynn, all sweet talk and humility mixed with savvy showmanship. And when Blakley's Barbara Jean collapses, fainting as she spontaneously strides to mingle with her fans...well, it seems almost that Joan Tewkesbury'd gone too far, the parallels between Barbara Jean and Loretta Lynn cutting a touch close to the bone.

And yet -- as much as Blakley and Tewkesbury by their own reports did base Barbara Jean upon Loretta Lynn's extraordinary charisma and notorious mid1970s breakdowns -- as the film unspools it becomes clear that Blakely's Barbara Jean is anything but a spoof of Loretta. (Though it remains consistently freaky to see Altman stage scenes so eerily prescient of Lynn's authorized, hagiographic biopic Coal Miner's Daughter, which came just a few years later.) To be sure, Blakley's Barbara Jean is not Loretta Lynn, even when she so totally is. (Just as Keith Carradine's Tom Frank simultaneously is -- and is not -- Kris Kristofferson. Or is that -- not? -- James Taylor...) Indeed, the fait-divers whiff of the Barbara Jean-Loretta Lynn similarities cues the film's clever and emotionally chaotic play with celebrity, especially the kinds of collateral damage wrought within a fame-obsessed society.

Blakley's Barbara Jean is a fragile bundle of normalcy when she's off-stage who transmogrifies into a galvanizing force of charisma when she's on. In her screen debut, Blakley gives an admirably simple performance that somehow, amidst this 24+ character swirl, emerges as the film's emotional compass. Blakley's Barbara Jean wears a finely sculpted mask of persona permitting her to become a kind of all-purpose cipher, both for her fans and for the film, a gesture that becomes emotionally emblematic for Altman's Nashville. When Blakley puts that mask on -- whether she's speaking at a podium, singing on a stage, or meet/greeting as she's wheeled from the hospital -- the Barbara Jean mask is radiant, full-voiced and full-power. When Blakley lets the mask fall, Barbara Jean is nearly vacant, with little to say or do that holds any interest. Thus, by so refining this mask, Blakley's Barbara Jean has nearly performed her self into irrelevance.

Blakley conveys this discordance -- the cavernous distance between Barbara Jean's electrifying performance persona and her near absence of self -- most poignantly in the character's longest, non-musical scene. Blakley's Barbara Jean sits on her hospital bed, listening to a radio broadcast of the Grand Old Opry performance by her rival Connie White (Karen Black, in a thrilling sketch of a performance). When Barbara Jean asks that the radio be turned off and her manager/husband Barnett refuses, what begins as a childish tantrum darkens into a searingly brief portrait of domestic abuse, with Barnett prompting Barbara Jean's submission as though she had merely forgotten her lines. After wishing him a cheery "bye bye" through her tears, Blakley seems to awaken and plaintively calls for her husband, alarmed it seems not at what has just happened but that there's no one there to cue her next move.

This scene haunts the mostly-musical scenes that follow in Blakley's performance as Barbara Jean. Whether Barbara Jean is singing in a chapel or on a stage, the hollow at the center of this enormous hurricane of talent resonates through every note. Yet it's to Blakley's credit that she doesn't try to squeeze the nervousbreakdowniness into the songs, as a more actorly performer might have. Rather, even as she rambles uncomfortably during an Opryland performance (where Barbara Jean's patter comes excruciatingly close to removing her performance mask in front of her adoring fans), Blakley maintains a clarity and simplicity for Barbara Jean. And this choice allows Barbara Jean to remain almost completely without guile and thus provide the essential link in the extraordinary chain of events in Altman's generally dystopian view of the duplicitous power of performance. And though Ronee Blakley didn't do much else as an actress after Nashville, her Barbara Jean remains an astonishing and formidable accomplishment. A fascinating, strange performance that fundamentally anchors this extraordinary and confounding film...


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12.26.2006

Have A Jolly Dolly (Day After) Christmas!

Merry Merry Day-After-Christmas
from StinkyLulu.
The holidaze just keep a'goin' over here in StinkyLand.
(Two more full-on falalalalala fandangos to hit yet today.)
So snag some meantime enjoys with...

Dolly!
faux-dolly, that is...
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So, lovely reader...
Have a Holly Jolly Dolly Day.

And check back tomorry for those overdue Nashville treats!!!

12.25.2006

The Only Thing Missing from this Christmas Morning...

Merry Christmas from StinkyLulu.
And who better to express StinkyLulu's true holiday spirit than...

Charo!
from the unrivaled holiday genius of
The Pee-Wee's Playhouse Christmas Special
(1988).
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So, lovely reader...
Merry Merry.
Happy Happy.
Ho Ho Ho.

12.24.2006

Coming Attractions... Ronee Blakley & Lily Tomlin in Nashville (1975) - Supporting Actress Sundays

The holidaze have absorbed StinkyLulu's attention this weekend, lovely reader, and have consequently delayed the publication of this week's double edition of Supporting Actress Sunday. Sorry sorry, blah blah, ho ho ho. To whet your actressing appetite, however, please partake of Nashville-ian video delights below.

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(And the "I'm Easy" clip below is almost porn for actressexuals. Happy happy merry merry.)

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As for the write-ups, things should be on track no later than Wednesday. And be sure to make your plans to celebrate New Year's Eve by stopping by the 1975 Smackdown on the morning of next Sunday - the 31st. The whole gang of usual suspects (Ken, Nat, Nick, & Tim) will be here, along with a childhood pal of StinkyLulu's. It'll be a good way to ring out 2006 -- which certainly has been a fun year, enjoying actressing at the edges with y'all...

12.22.2006

"This One's For Your Finger" (Homo Heritage Fridays)

from International Drummer.
March 1994, page 55.
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12.21.2006

"Not On Christmas!" (StinkyLulu's Favorite Christmas Scene Ever!)

Below, lovely reader, please enjoy the warm glow of seasonally appropriate sentiments by revisiting what is certainly StinkyLulu's most favoritest Christmas scene in all of cinema:

Christmas Morning at the Davenports
from John Waters' masterpiece Female Trouble (1974).
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And what might your favorite (in)appropriate Xmas bits include, lovely reader? Do tell...

12.18.2006

StinkyLulu's Elfamorphosis

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StinkyLulu's Special Holiday Elf Dance!!!

12.17.2006

Sylvia Miles in Farewell, My Lovely (1975) - Supporting Actress Sundays

For two weeks running now, Supporting Actress Sundays have instigated cinematic journeys that StinkyLulu would almost certainly never have undertaken otherwise. With Jacqueline Susann's Once Is Not Enough, the perhaps deserved obscurity of the piece would have likely been to blame, as overripe celebrity-stuffed pablum happens to be among StinkyLulu's most treasured pleasures. In the case of Farewell, My Lovely, on the other hand, the genre -- hardboiled egg on dry toast with a bourbon chaser -- would've been enough to get StinkyLu to steer way clear. Which would have meant that StinkyLulu would have also missed the surprising and eye-opening performance by...

...Sylvia Miles in Farewell, My Lovely (1975).
approximately 8 minutes and 9 seconds on-screen
3 scenes
roughly 9% of film's total screen time

In this strange mid70s riff on Raymond Chandler's iconic "private dick" Philip Marlowe, Robert Mitchum deadpans his way through Los Angeles' seamy underside in, ostensibly, the early 1940s. Mitchum's Marlowe has been commissioned to find Velma Valentine, the long lost love of a recently sprung con, Moose Molloy. (Those names!) Along the way, Marlowe survives -- mostly by flirting -- through various scrapes in "negro dance halls" and Chinatown backrooms, brushes against shady fairies and domineering bulldaggers, and encounters with Los Angeles' power-brokering elite. Along the way, he meets Jessie Halstead Florian (Miles), an aging boozed-out showgirl with the information and connections Marlowe needs to find Moose's Velma.

Sylvia Miles plays Jessie Florian as a woman forgotten by her own life. And when Mitchum's Marlowe swings by, flirting his way into her house with a new bottle of bourbon and asking questions in which her past matters? Well, it's like watching a nearly dead flower find reason again to bloom. Miles gets this aspect of the character, elementally, and it's a treat watch her Jessie morph from a beaten up, bedheaded boozehound into a smart flirty woman in a matter of seconds. (O'course the gulping swigs of bourbon certainly inform Jessie's transformation and it's to her credit that this, too, Miles knows.) In Miles' second scene, her Jessie has cleaned up, entirely for Marlowe's benefit, and the hope in her eyes just radiates -- which itself provides the final clue that Miles' Jessie is doomed. (See, a supporting actress in real noir is either doomed to a collateral damage death or she's at the diabolical center of the drama; Miles' Jessie suffers the conventional noir-esque misfortune of being essential but only for a time.)

But Miles' real accomplishment in the role derives from how her Jessie somehow gets under the skin of Mitchum's Marlowe. Perhaps unsurprisingly, Miles' Jessie is almost alarmingly direct (such emotional forthrightness might be Miles' greatest gift as an actress) but, in this role, Miles' characteristic directness converges with the character's devastating isolation to accomplish an almost shockingly open-hearted character. Miles' Jessie thereby becomes a sweet soul caught in a broken down, beaten up, brutal life -- one of the few worth caring about in the picture. Consider, as example, a short sequence toward the beginning of Miles' performance that captures the blowsy vulnerability that Miles brings to the role: Jessie's let Mitchum's Marlowe into her home, an alcoholic pit of accumulated filth, and as she's inviting him to sit, she's walking sideways, almost backwards, as her eyes refuse to look away from this hunk of man bearing bourbon suddenly in her home. Miles' footwork in this quick scene is primo actressing at the edge. As Miles' Jessie maneuvers a couple square feet, she takes wobbly backwards steps, almost stumbles, tiptoes gingerly over a table, weaves exhaustedly, and then barely regains her wide-stride balance. Through this entire quickstep, Jessie's at once exhausted, thirsty-for-a-drink, thrilled, hung-over and downright giddy at the prospect of this man wanting to see her. And Miles invest it all in every step -- with no fussiness, no mannered detail -- just a smart set of specific choices that anchor the technical requirements of the scene in the character's reality. Now, that's good actressing.

All told, Miles gives a smart and sweet performance, perhaps the singular instance of nuanced and textured work in a film loaded with stock characters and familiar types. And while StinkyLulu can't say it's greater than great, Miles' performance was a pleasing reintroduction to the range of an actress that Lulu tends to dismiss. 'Twas not bad at all really; actually, 'twas quite good.

12.15.2006

"Keep Him Warm While You're Apart" (Homo Heritage Fridays)

from Blueboy - The National Magazine About Men.
December 1981, page 20.
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12.14.2006

Golden Globes - Best Supporting Actress

At the crack of dawn this morning, awards geeks the whole planet over converged over at Chez Nathaniel, for much in the way of live-chat jibberjabber (ably hostessed by Nathaniel and Gabriel) regarding the announcement of the Golden Globes nominations. Amidst all the consternation and befuddlement (Clint x 2; los dos Leos; American movies nominated in Best Foreign Language Film, etcetera, etcetera) StinkyLulu's attention was primarily trained upon the announcement of the only category that matters:

Best Supporting Actress

Unlike the other main Acting categories (which the Globes split in to Drama & Musical/Comedy making for 10 nominations for Best Actress), the Supporting category is limited to the conventional five. On the one hand, it's a bit stingy; on the other, it clarifies things in interesting ways. And the Golden Globe Nominees for Best Supporting Actress make for an interesting, international, multi-racial group, while including only a single performance that Lulu has already seen. The nominees are:

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Adriana Barraza in Babel
In a category loaded with breakout performances, Barraza's has to be the sleeper of the bunch. Buzz has been quietly building for her work in this disaggregated epic and her nomination promises to be hold the greatest potential for a surprise upset in a contest that at times seems to be locked-in already.






Cate Blanchett in Notes from a Scandal

The aughts have established Blanchett as the go-to-gal for box office appeal in solid character performances. Indeed, Blanchett may well prove to be her generation's representative in that curious sorority of women (Thelma Ritter, Frances McDormand, Glenn Close, Dianne Wiest) -- the sort that nominating committees seem to inclined recognize almost by default for a chunk of successive years. She's rarely (if ever) bad & this film seems to grab people hard.

Emily Blunt in The Devil Wears Prada

Blunt's nomination was perhaps the singular cause for universal glee among this morning's live-chatters. Truly, it's one of the genuinely happy surprises among the nominees. When Lulu first commented on Blunt's performance, her appearance on Award rosters seemed hardly a possibility. But her nomination shows how good, undeniably Supporting work by an actress on the edge can contribute to a movie's momentum and general goodwill. And, honestly, Blunt's performance complicates this field and could prove to be the category's real spoiler...

Jennifer Hudson in Dreamgirls
Well. This is the performance that some people've been talking about winning since before 'twas even cast. And it seems like folks hither and yon have assumed the trophy's already engraved for Hudson. We'll see. StinkyLulu was routinely underwhelmed by Jennifer Hudson on her Idol season. Even more, StinkyLu remains more than a touch unconvinced about LaHudson's depth, at least based on the trailers. (It's the expressionless eyes.) But. Not nominating this Miss Jennifer would have been just wrong.

Rinko Kikuchi in Babel
Based only on pre-release buzz, StinkyLulu has long felt sure that Kikuchi would be the primary performance to break out of the crammed cast of Babel. Young, pretty, a star in Asia -- playing disabled, bereaved and sexually dangerous? It's nearly a recipe for Supporting Actressness. Most reports on her actual performance though have been all "feh" -- so, StinkyLulu doesn't see much momentum beyond the nomination...




While there's not a clunker in this bunch, StinkyLulu can't say it's all that exciting a field. And the oversights (Catherine O'Hara, Shareeka Epps, Seema Biswas, Jill Clayburgh, Anika Noni Rose, etc) are disappointing (as they always are). It does seem that the Award season has truly begun, though... Wheee....

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During this morning's live-chat, when E! finally broke to live coverage of the award announcements, Nathaniel said: "Funny. I always forget that the Globes do television too." Indeed, The Globes are weird. And the TV Supporting Actress category has to be among the weirdest in all AwardShowdom, gathering nominees from comedy, drama, mini-series and special programming. A veritable hodgepodge of totally different actresses from entirely disparate edges. Indeed, the Supporting TV categories read as much like the Hollywood Foreigh Press' guest wish list ("If you nominate, they will come") aspect of The Globes, not to mention the clever distribution among networks (sorry, CBS). That said, it's a winsome lot among TV's actresses at the edge. The Golden Globe nominees for "Best Supporting Actress in a Series, Mini-Series or TV Movie" are:

Emily Blunt in Gideon's Daughter
This secures it. Emily Blunt might just be THE breakout among actresses at the edge for 2006. Have next to no idea what the series is about -- though footage on YouTube suggests a devastating performance by Miranda Richardson.





Toni Collette in Tsunami, the Aftermath

The second double-nominee of this category, this performance seems all plucky and LaToni can do little wrong in Lulu's eyes. That said, it's hard not to notice that Sophie Okonedo looks absolutely heartwrenching in this film and -- if this is the HBO slot -- that at least one of the Big Love ladies deserved the nom at least as much (if not more -- didja see Tripplehorn in that exposure/revelation ep?).

Katherine Heigl in Grey's Anatomy

This is the ABC slot, with no Oh or any Lost Housewives. Scandal! Dunno the show well at all; don't really care. But Heigl's among the more interesting blond actresses on the tube these days. Seems like a sweet kid. Good fer her.





Sarah Paulson in Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip

Lulu just doesn't get the enduring appeal of Ms. Paulson (though Cherrie Jones does, so there must be something there). Paulson just always comes off simultaneously precious and pompous -- and not at all funny. Plus, StinkyLulu hates the show for reasons so visceral as to be inexplicable. Just clicking past it on Bravo makes Lulu's ears bleed a little. Which doesn't much help to curry any favor for Miss Sarah. Ew.




Elizabeth Perkins in Weeds

And then there's Elizabeth Perkins. (Pause) Sigh. (Pause) Still noodling at perfecting the same performance Lu first saw -- oh -- twenty years ago. (But with a boob makeover -- how 'bout that!) Not bad, but so not interesting.






Whew. That proved to be more of a workout than Lulu anticipated. Now it's your turn, lovely reader. Do tell. What do you think about these respective fields? Any favorite omissions? A reasons to celebrate? Who's down for The Globes but not out quite yet?

12.12.2006

A Very Stinky XXXMas - StinkyLulu's 2006 Mix

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Ho.


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It's that time of year again...time for StinkyLulu's annual XXXMas mix to remind one and all that wholly irreverent, occasionally obscene and generally inappropriate holiday recordings are themselves a "Reason for the Season." And, as of this past weekend, Santa's elves have gone postal with this year's edition, commencing delivery of these tunefully Stinky tidings to beloveds hither and yon -- complete with cd design courtesy of the lovely and talented MrStinky. So, lovely reader, be naughty! Be nice! Be merry merry!

A partial version of StinkyLulu's 2006 XXXMas mix is available via iTunes for those who just can't wait for USPS. Alas, the holidaze delights of Lea Delaria, Lalo Guerrero and the original cast of Promises Promises (among others) are exclusively available on the cd.

12.10.2006

Brenda Vaccaro in Jacqueline Susann's Once Is Not Enough (1975) - Supporting Actress Sundays

StinkyLulu's reverence for actressing at the edges sometimes requires intrepid tramping through astonishingly awful cinematic bogs. There are times when it seems a miracle that this or that shining diamond of actressing was glimpsed at the rough edges of a generally dreadful picture. There are those other times when this or that otherwise unremarkable performance gets plumped by the pomposity of the proceedings to appear nomination-worthy. There are still other times when an actress gets noted for for her sheer pluck in simply not being dead yet. And then, as StinkyLulu has just learned, there's...


...Brenda Vaccaro in Jacqueline Susann's Once Is Not Enough (1975).
approximately 19 minutes and 32 seconds on-screen
10 scenes
roughly 16% of film's total screen time


Oh. My. Goodness.

Jacqueline Susann's Once Is Not Enough is even worse than its title suggests. In it, Deborah Raffin plays January, a brain-damaged (yes, no joke) blonde beauty who arrives to New York to discover that her film director father Mike (Kirk Douglas, a curiously prissy cocksman) has married wealthy society enigma/bitch Deidre (Alexis Smith, exuding urbanity with radiant malaise) mostly -- hush hush -- to secure January's financial future. January's jealousy of her father's new wife/life drives her to secure a job/apartment -- more about that in a moment -- and ultimately begin a torrid, devirginizing romance with Tom Colt (David Janssen, yelling and squinting all the while) a boozing, brawling novelist who just happens to be January's father's age and who just happens to loathe him. Pile in a handful of underutilized supporting players, including George Hamilton (as a glibly detached superstud with a kicky bachelor pad and a queer permasmile, like he's mildly stoned or constantly enjoying the private delights of his personal pleasure plug) and Melina Mercouri (as Karla the yappy secret lesbian lover of Smith's Deidre).The film aspires to be a romantic epic -- ostensibly depicting "all the avenues and darkest alleys of love among the international set" -- but crumbles under the creepiness of its core erotic conceit: the romantic triangle between a girl (Raffin), her father (Douglas), and a snorting pig (Janssen). (Time Magazine reviewed the film under the remarkably appropriate title Father Lusts Best.) All told, Jacqueline Susann's Once Is Not Enough may well have been the last of a cinematic breed. Within a few years, tawdry epics of this sort became the near exclusive purview of television mini-series. But in 1976 such "mature" themes still belonged to the cinema, and Brenda Vaccaro snagged a Best Supporting Actress nom from Oscar. (Not to mention a Golden Globe statue.)

In Jacqueline Susann's Once Is Not Enough (or, as Lu now calls it: OINE!), Brenda Vaccaro plays Linda Riggs, the man-crazy editor of Gloss magazine who's somehow remembered by brain-damaged January as "the oldest, ugliest, smartest girl at school." Linda Riggs introduces herself as "the youngest female editor of a women's magazine," boasting of screwing every man on her way to the top -- "literally and figuratively" -- and stepping over any woman who got in her way. (Vaccaro's Linda adopts January as her new best friend and sets her on a new career path perfect for a brain-damaged blonde: actress/model/writer.) But, of course, Linda's a bundle of neurotic contradictions, having retrofitted herself with new tits, nose and ass ("My navel, I'm proud to say, is real") and blithely inclined to sleeping with any/every man who crosses her path. The character, as scripted and as performed by Vaccaro, is a shocking, slutty, potty-mouthed cross between Helen Gurley Brown and Rhoda.

And while Vaccaro makes hay with every one of Linda's improbable zingers, she's unable to spin this pulp into gold. Vaccaro's Linda is an outrageous treat, to be sure, a brash breeze of energy and zest whipping through the deadly dullness of the film. But Linda's also a hollow script-device, the mouthy best friend whose crazy advice and wacky decisions anchor the idiot heroine in the realm of the normal. And while Vaccaro hits each note of the performance with clarity and verve, she stops short of crafting anything to connect these disparate moments of Linda's desperation. Indeed, Linda's character arc -- Linda spirals downward until she hits bottom after being first f*cked and then fired by her publisher in a single evening -- might have become a redemptive parallel to January's own. But neither the film nor -- more sadly -- Vaccaro craft that kind of emotional architecture into the character. Instead, Vaccaro's Linda remains an amusing accessory.

It remains an astonishment that Brenda Vaccaro's competent, unremarkable performance received an Oscar nom. Was it the Globe win? The shock value of Linda's trash mouth matched with Vaccaro's genuine charisma? A Cowboy nostalgia? It is indeed an Oscar mystery...

Watching Vaccaro's performance in this film, however, did contribute two unexpected insights. First, Vaccaro's Linda is almost certainly the reason behind her casting in those notorious tampon commercials. Second, Vaccaro's Linda underscores the extraordinary accomplishment of Cattral's Samantha a couple decades later...

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