Diane Keaton, Marvin's Room ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
I would love to love this performance. Compared to all of the other turns for which Keaton has been nominated, her ruefully daffy neurotic and her radicalized
writer and her bemused playwright, her Bessie is restrained and delicate, probably the actress's most muted creation in a career
of under-acknowledged range. Keaton also holds heroically to her directness and restraint while the rest of the film pulls its levers and thumbs its buttons
embarrassingly hard. She doesn't get in a twist playing a Normal Gal the way Meryl Streep does, and she calms Leonardo DiCaprio from his frenetic audition
to be Hollywood's next wild rebel. She reads playwright-screenwriter Scott McPherson's blatant foreshadowing and contrived scenarios as though Bessie is
just a woman talking, and she genuinely seems warmed and excited to spend time on screen with some kids. But there is only so much safeguarding and bulwarking an
actress can do against the fundamental mediocrity of her material, and Bessie doesn't run deep or stretch very far. Keaton's soft voice and fragile face are
always most interesting when she's playing a character confronted with prodigious self-discoveries, who's being tested against something big: the mob, divorce,
the world, her own limitations and frustrations, her neuroses, trying to love Woody Allen or be loved by him or solve murders with him. Bessie already knows
who she is through most of Marvin's Roomshe knew it long agoand though Keaton finds some quiet revelations for Bessie, she's a little helpless
to make her genuinely interesting. Rightly perceiving that candor and simplicity will be the most revealing, surprising choice in the bulk of her scenes, she
consequently foregoes opportunities where a little drama might have helped. But Keaton does succeed at making Bessie appealing, and mostly believablemore so, at least, than
almost any equally famous performer would have managed. I love that Streep insisted on Keaton's casting as a condition for making the film, and I wonder why she didn't (or couldn't?) follow her down the
same path of subtle control. And I love that Keaton can push her way through an awfully written monologue about a tragic boyfriend, heading right into That
Scene where she takes off the wig she bought when she started chemotherapy, and she keeps Bessie a character, not just a series of beats. Marvin's Room
doesn't allow for more than modest achievements, but Keaton, at least, doesn't allow anything less. (Recasting idea: wouldn't Sissy Spacek have been a peach
here, and wouldn't you have loved to see Keaton swapped into In the Bedroom?)
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My
Favorites from 1996: (As determined by years of Oscar eligibility)
Gourmet Prospects:
Maria Conchita Alonso, Caught;
Emmanuelle Béart, Nelly & Monsieur Arnaud;
Sandrine Bonnaire, La Cérémonie;
Catherine Deneuve, Ma saison préférée;
Makiko Esumi, Maborosi;
Isabelle Huppert, La Cérémonie;
Gena Rowlands, The Neon Bible
Further Research:
Victoria Abril, French Twist;
Fanny Ardant, Ridicule;
Josiane Balasko, French Twist;
Geena Davis, The Long Kiss Goodnight;
Illeanna Douglas, Grace of My Heart;
Fionnula Flanagan, Some Mother's Son;
Whoopi Goldberg, The Associate;
Whoopi Goldberg, Eddie;
Le Van Loc, Cyclo;
Catherine McCormack, Loaded;
Helen Mirren, Some Mother's Son;
Anna Paquin, Fly Away Home;
Rene Russo, Tin Cup;
Sharon Stone, Last Dance;
Meryl Streep, Before and After;
Imogen Stubbs, Twelfth Night;
Reese Witherspoon, Freeway;
Karen Young, The Wife