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Still, it was fun enough to watch the sibilant Scotsman and the two other stars in attendance be dragged around by publicists who kept hiding behind columns, hoping that I wouldn't catch their beady eyes. In a furtive moment, I grabbed Brenda Blethyn who's not even in the movie and sat her down for a nerve-rackingly quick Q&A before anyone official noticed. Brenda was nice enough to indulge my impression of her from Secrets and Lies ("What baby?") and even did it along with me, just for a larf. But she's way more elegant than the harridans she plays, and told me that if she ever saw her Little Voice character coming, "I would cross the street!" Honey, I'd cross the country especially if she reeked of the "demon drink" that Brenda says is the root of that lady's dizzying dysfunctions.
Completely boozeless, Brenda was going to cross the country she was en route to the Palm Springs Film Festival ("There's lots of spas there, aren't there?"), where she was set to promote Night Train, starring herself and John Hurt. "It's quite different from Little Voice," she said. "My character is very quiet and she's a reader!" And then, even sooner than you could find the name of a model in Glamorama, she was ushered off into the night.
Further evidence that we're all damaged goods came at the screening of At First Sight I'm a viewer which proves that you don't have to be blind to love Mira Sorvino, but it helps. Alas, the audience didn't quite digest the film's romantic message that the sightless see better than the sighted. In fact, when I accidentally bumped into a woman on the way out, she sensitively barked, "What are you, blind?"
Not to set my sights on Playing by Heart again I'm damaged goods but it bizarrely has Ryan Phillippe as an HIV-positive guy who assures his lady love that, by way of intimate romance, they can just hug. It's the most out-there plotline since Phillippe bonded with the old bag in 54 when she paid for his gonorrhea medicine. Hand me some of that demon drink!
I guess movies ain't what they used to be, and that's why AMC revived Chinatown last Wednesday at the Guild Theatre, and even got Faye Dunaway to make a live appearance something she probably wouldn't have done for Mommie Dearest or Puzzle of a Downfall Child. Fortuitously, Faye is on people's minds again. She's the subject of a little chat in the car trunk between George Clooney and Jennifer Lopez in Out of Sight. And the Museum of Television & Radio has been screening a '67 Woody Allen special in which Woody and Liza Minnelli do a bangs-and-all spoof of Bonnie and Clyde.
Faye was certainly on Chinatown director Roman Polanski's mind in '74, when he said, "I find her tremendously temperamental. Off the stage, I find her impossible. It's hardly worth it, but it's worth it." At the AMC event, alas, I couldn't get Faye to snarl back, as she was exuding her most disappointingly charming behavior. Still, it was worth it. She told me after publicists actually helped me get to her that she and Polanski "certainly had our moments, which the world won't seem to forget about, but he's a very good filmmaker." Fixing me with the eyes of Laura Mars, she more topically revealed that her film version of Master Class is a go, and she's had a lot of input into the script. When I asked her what took so long, she looked baffled and said that it hasn't taken long at all. You don't argue with Faye Dunaway especially about Maria Callas. And so it was back to Chinatown, and how Faye felt "it gave people something to put their dreams on." (It's better than a wire hanger.)
Her cohost for the night, designer Michael Kors, told me that to him, the flick represents "crepe de chine riding jodhpurs, nipples, and veils." "And that's just Jack Nicholson!" we said in unison. Faye was now telling a reporter that she likes "that Calista Flockhart show I forget what it's called." (It's Ally Dearest, I think.) And then Faye gave the crowd an entertainingly rambling speech about the joys of moviemaking, in which she only emitted one unfortunate line: "When I was working with Peter Falk on a Columbo recently. . . . " That she remembered? Regardless, Faye Dunaway is the essence of Hollywood diva glamour. I love her so much I feel like she's my sister. My daughter. My sister. My daughter.