Best Actress 1969
Winner: Maggie Smith, The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie
Nominees: Geneviève Bujold, Anne of the Thousand Days
Jane Fonda, They Shoot Horses, Don't They?
Liza Minnelli, The Sterile Cuckoo
Jean Simmons, The Happy Ending

The Field: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★


Ranking Oscar's Ballot
 
 My Pick:
Jane Fonda, They Shoot Horses, Don't They? ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

From There:
Maggie Smith, The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Liza Minnelli, The Sterile Cuckoo ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Jean Simmons, The Happy Ending ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
Simmons's performance arrives with a few sandbags: she has an absolutely dire co-star in John Forsythe, and her husband, writer-director Richard Brooks, has moved on from mounting glossy, bowdlerized versions of Cat on a Hot Tin Roof and Sweet Bird of Youth and decided instead to maccrame a belated and unconvincing tchotchke, positioned somewhere between A Man and a Woman and Diary of a Mad Housewife. This is ye olde domestic anhedonia, unhelpfully diced up out of narrative order, and Simmons needs narrative: she doesn't have enough mystery or agility to enliven, sustain, or even perfume a series of discontinuous impressions. At least she's more beautiful than she's ever been, in homey 60s fabrics and long, gently styled tresses that make her visually enticing even as we wait for some kind of character arc to fire itself up—hopefully one that isn't totally dampened by the clichés of ill-concealed alcoholism that start splaying themselves out in her early scenes. True, it's hard not to feel affection for a gal who swills secreted liquor out of a pink, pyramid-shaped perfume bottle, but she kills the mood with gauzy impersonations of wounded knowingness and a series of lame aphorisms: men prefer cars to women because every year they're invited to trade in a car for a newer model, etc. The screenplay keeps serving Simmons badly, concocting a pre-Shirley Valentine jaunt to warmer climes where she can comb through her depression. She enjoys a brief tryst there with a young Italian lothario (Bobby Darin!) who, you'll never believe this, turns out to be a benign impostor. But somewhere in the middle of these dog-eared scenes, a sense of conviction and surprising specificity starts seeping out of Simmons's performance, until you wind up believing the lion's share of it, even if you learn nothing from it and remain dubious about the vehicle. She holds the camera with her alternations between the gusto she brings to her wifely recriminations and suicide flashbacks and the underplayed, almost self-mocking ironic tone she wears through her Nassau vacation. I think the trick is that these attitudes aren't as disparate as they could have been: there's a fundamental lack of self-knowledge to Simmons's Mary, except insofar as she knows she's a constant, irritating adversary to her own happiness, and whether it's causing her to act out or fold in, the basic bedrock of the woman remains persuasively consistent. Simmons doesn't sell the bromides of the script as though they're pearls of wisdom, and she keeps underscoring the character's lack of profile and resolution, even when the score and the screenplay are nudging her toward some sort of callow epiphany: returns from the tropics, hugs from her alienated daughter, etc. The insincere flamboyance of the filmmaking, and the nagging sense that Shirley Jones (as a call-girl buddy), Nanette Fabray (as a sassy housemaid-accomplice), and Teresa Wright (as Simmons's aggrieved mother) are rather openly gunning for Supporting Actress nominations, winds up reflecting positively on Simmons' gradual tamping down on her effects, and her nicely judged earnestness. Maybe she was just as sad as the character she was playing; she was certainly rumored to be just as drink-addicted. The moderate achievement of this performance may have less to do with resourceful craft than with bitter years' experience occupying certain moods, and with making some truths about herself available to the audience... and maybe it helps here, too, that whatever seems perpetually hard, cloudy, or anonymous about Jean Simmons inherently winds up tempering what might otherwise be a ghastly exercise in self-exploitation. She lacks the manic, estranging energy that Gena Rowlands brought to superficially similar parts in the same years, or even the vocal idiosyncrasies that make Carrie Snodgress so indelible in Diary of a Mad Housewife in a way that Simmons isn't, quite, in The Happy Ending. But I suspect it's a performance that would bear up under a second look, particularly insofar as it emerges surprisingly unscathed from a movie that seems built to date and deplete it. Not too much of a happy ending for Simmons: she stayed pretty scarce from the silver screen for the next four decades, before dying earlier this year, so whatever "clicked" in this performance and its AMPAS reception didn't open her up to new professional horizons, where she may or may not have flourished. But "click" it does, unevenly but impressively, in a 1969 roster full of odd-duck personality performances. I left The Happy Ending feeling like I'd spent two hours with a woman, not an actress pretending to be that woman, and in a project as slipshod and tricked-out as this one, that's an honorable feat.

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My Favorites from 1969:

My Pick: Jane Fonda, They Shoot Horses, Don't They?
Nominees: Shirley Knight, The Rain People
Nominees: Liza Minnelli, The Sterile Cuckoo
Nominees: Jean Simmons, The Happy Ending
Nominees: Maggie Smith, The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie

Honorable Mentions: Lena Nyman, I Am Curious (Yellow); Barbara Hershey, Last Summer


Gourmet Prospects: Geneviève Bujold, Anne of the Thousand Days; Sandy Dennis, That Cold Day in the Park; Mbissine Thérèse Diop, Black Girl; Patty Duke, Me, Natalie; Faye Dunaway, The Arrangement; Sharon Farrell, The Reivers; Mia Farrow, John and Mary; Anna Karina, Pierrot le fou; Deborah Kerr, The Arrangement; Shirley MacLaine, Sweet Charity; Ingrid Thulin, The Damned

Further Research: Anouk Aimée, Model Shop; Ingrid Bergman, Cactus Flower; Petula Clark, Goodbye, Mr. Chips; Kim Darby, Generation; Catherine Deneuve, Mayerling; Faye Dunaway, Amanti; Ruth Gordon, What Ever Happened to Aunt Alice?; Katharine Hepburn, The Madwoman of Chaillot; Anjelica Huston, A Walk with Love and Death; Ali MacGraw, Goodbye, Columbus; Anna Magnani, The Secret of Santa Vittoria; Janet Margolin, Take the Money and Run; Melina Mercouri, Gaily, Gaily; Rita Moreno, The Night of the Following Day; Geraldine Page, What Ever Happened to Aunt Alice?; Pat Quinn, Alice's Restaurant; Diana Rigg, The Assassination Bureau; Jean Seberg, Paint Your Wagon; Natalie Wood, Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice;

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