{"id":20384,"date":"2023-07-03T09:00:00","date_gmt":"2023-07-03T16:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/?p=20384"},"modified":"2023-07-02T17:57:28","modified_gmt":"2023-07-03T00:57:28","slug":"glenda-jackson-a-tribute-in-two-oscars","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/crookedmarquee.com\/stage8\/glenda-jackson-a-tribute-in-two-oscars\/","title":{"rendered":"Glenda Jackson: A Tribute in Two Oscars"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

The late Glenda Jackson, who passed away last month at eighty-seven, didn\u2019t attend the two ceremonies at which she won her Oscars. She had often voiced her disdain for such pageantry in the press; when asked about where she kept her awards, Jackson quipped, \u201cMy mother polishes them to within an inch of their lives until the metal shows. That sums up the Academy Awards \u2013 all glitter on the outside and base metal coming through. Nice presents for a day. But they don’t make you any better.\u201d For Jackson, it was the challenge of performing itself that brought its own rewards, and in that sense she succeeded wildly, both in her life and her art.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Whether she intended it or not, Jackson\u2019s mother was setting her eldest daughter up for fame from birth, naming her after Hollywood star Glenda Farrell. But Jackson\u2019s upbringing was about as far from the silver screen as one could get. The family was poor, living in the seaside town of Hoylake, England in a house with an outdoor toilet. Her father made his living as a builder while her mother worked alternately as a shopgirl, pub waitress, and domestic cleaner. Jackson was employed at Boots the Chemists for a time before winning a scholarship to the prestigious Royal Academy of Dramatic Art.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When director Ken Russell cast her as one of the leads in his 1969 film adaptation of D.H. Lawrence\u2019s Women in Love<\/em>, Jackson was mostly known for her stage work. She plays Gudrun Brangwen, one of a pair of sisters eking out their days in the dreary Midlands town of Beldover. It\u2019s two years out from the devastations of the first World War, and as Rupert Birkin (Alan Bates) declares, class distinctions are beginning to break down. Russell is an ideal director to capture these jittery times, infusing them with his own outr\u00e9 sensibilities, and he found an ideal actress to embody their contradictions in Jackson. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Gudrun starts out as something of an enigma, or at least she wears her emotions less on her sleeve than her sister Ursula (Jennie Linden). She has an analytical bent, pondering whether she should get married for \u201cthe experience,\u201d rather than for love itself. But she also dreams of being an artist, recoiling from the crudity of the coal-choked miners who surround her. She is a woman interested in testing her limits \u2013 in a scene as remarkable for its untamed physicality as the film\u2019s notorious nude wrestling match, Gudrun dances before a herd of wild cattle, practically daring them to gore her \u2013 and she finds both her perfect match and greatest foe in the much wealthier Gerald Crich (Oliver Reed), who possesses a rugged brutality that Gudrun takes a startling pleasure in knocking herself against. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Critics rightly singled out Jackson\u2019s shrewd performance; as Brian McFarlane wrote, \u201cHer blazing intelligence, sexual challenge and abrasiveness were\u2026 rare in the annals of British cinema.\u201d That a role as nakedly risky as this won an Academy Award feels like an anomaly in an age when many of our Best Actresses are stuck under layers of prosthetics. Gudrun doesn\u2019t say much, but when she does she can be cutting, even sadistic. \u201cYou break me and you waste me, and it is horrible to me,\u201d she says to Gerald at one point, driving him, possibly intentionally, to assault her. By the time their entanglement reaches its inevitable end, it\u2019s as much a relief as a tragedy. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A Touch of Class<\/em>, which won Jackson her second Oscar a mere three years after Women in Love<\/em>, seems like shallow fluff in comparison. Opening with a bird\u2019s-eye view of 1970\u2019s London, it immediately establishes itself as cosmopolitan and fizzy where Women<\/em> was earthy and philosophical. A romantic comedy in the Nancy Meyers vein of conspicuous wealth and picturesque getaways, it wastes no time in setting up a \u201cmeet-cute\u201d for our protagonists \u2013 the acerbic divorc\u00e9e Vicki (Jackson) and the harried (and married) American expat Steve (George Segal) \u2013 as they both go for the same taxi in the rain. It\u2019s actually the second time they\u2019ve met cute, but this one sticks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Steve has his seduction routine down pat, and it\u2019s not long before he\u2019s convinced Vicki first to meet at a \u201cdiscreet\u201d hotel for a rendez-vous and then to jet off on a weeklong trip to Malaga. Much of the comedy in this early stretch is logistical: the buying of plane tickets, the renting of cars, even the changing of hotel rooms are complicated by the very nature of their relationship. Yet there\u2019s a remarkable lack of judgment of either Steve for conducting this affair or Vicki for partaking in it; instead the film becomes a sort of \u201cwill-they-or-won\u2019t-they\u201d for a couple who have already slept together. The pair engage in a fighting-to-fucking dynamic that bears a passing resemblance to the one between Gudrun and Gerald. \u201cMy one chance to get raped, and you can\u2019t get your bloody trousers off,\u201d Vicki cracks at one point.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jackson has no trouble channeling her inner Hepburn (fitting, since the role of Steve was originally offered to Cary Grant), but her performance, and the film, is at its most interesting when it punctures holes in Vicki\u2019s liberated woman armor. Once the twosome have returned to London, and procured a seedy flat for their assignations, Vicki seems surprised by how tightly she\u2019s allowed herself to be tied to a supposedly no-strings-attached arrangement, balancing a genuine affection for Steve with disappointment in herself. \u201cI\u2019m beginning to feel like a wife,\u201d she says when he has to run off yet again. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jackson\u2019s confidence with the material is able to fill in some of the more egregious gaps in the script \u2013 while an abundance of screen time is given to Steve\u2019s domestic life, little more than lip service is paid to how Vicki makes this situation work, despite the fact that she\u2019s a single mother of two with a full-time job. Still, if either of the characters change from the experience it\u2019s her, emerging from their eventual split wounded but wiser. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

True romantic comedy roles rarely get nominated for Oscars, let alone win. A Touch of Class<\/em> was somewhat unusual in that it had quite a lot of Academy support \u2013 in addition to Jackson\u2019s Best Actress, it had four other nominations including Best Picture. Watching it back to back with Women in Love<\/em>, it\u2019s striking to see not just what Variety<\/em> called Jackson\u2019s \u201cfull-spectrum talent\u201d but her dedication to representing the full spectrum of female experience as well. Yet she was always conscious of acting\u2019s limits: \u201cIt\u2019s a very overcrowded profession, and particularly overcrowded if you\u2019re a woman,\u201d she once lamented. \u201cAuthors don\u2019t find women that interesting.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

This might in part explain why she pivoted to politics later in her career, serving in Parliament for thirteen years as a member of the Labour Party (a deep loathing of Thatcher was another reason). She returned to acting eventually, mostly onstage, but no matter where Jackson could be found or what she might be doing, there was always the sense that it was in service of a higher ideal rather than just herself. She was a rare talent, but perhaps an even rarer person.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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