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My sister and I are galloping around the living room in the spring ofcasting charms on our parents with wooden spoon wands and tripping each other up. I narrow my eyes and gnash my teeth as I speak and a good amount of spit ends up landing in her eye. All manner of hateful spells could erupt from her fingertips, spiraling across the room in a whoosh of plum-coloured stars.
We had no context for Turner, Garr, or Dee. Sitting on the couch with ham sandwiches in our laps, we only knew what we had been shown thus far—that these glamorous adults were conjuring something downright magical, something that glistened. They were each like fresh pearls. For Turner it was another in a string of increasingly minor projects made throughout the late s, following years of severe rheumatoid arthritis and fabled on-set difficulty.
AsI would next catch her onscreen as corrupt scientist Dr. By this time—the year —Turner was now a known entity to critics and audiences alike, no longer formed from the mysterious stuff that fuels lusty daydreams. There were her well-publicized altercations with serial oddballs Nicolas Cage and William Hurt.
And there was her prescription for prednisone, an anti-inflammatory medication that was an essential, if disorienting, method of controlling her rheumatoid arthritis. Its myriad side effects—dizzy spells, mood swings, weight gain—fueled tabloid rumors of unprofessionalism and drug addiction. She patiently explained her predicament many times, but was rarely taken seriously in an age where autoimmune diseases were even more of an enigma than they are now.
Chronic sickness is surely much less exciting than behind-the-scenes gossip. In a showy film like Baby Geniusesher still-potent ferocity was now considered old hat and even off-putting. They also happened to represent an industry trend.
In casting Faye Dunaway as wicked hotelier Mrs. Dunaway, whose gift for arch savagery had once won her an Oscar, was now something of a monstrous joke. To the eyes of a toddler, these performances are a raucous pleasure, satisfying in much the same way as hurling a bowl of yogurt off a high chair and fappening second coming your fingers through the mess. For my sister and I, Claudia was a deviously appealing figure.
We absorbed their performances as any infant would—on face value, without a drop of cynicism. Downward spirals are reframed as second comings. This is the great equalizing purity of childhood taste. But give them time and they might come to disregard it as cacophonous guff. The fact is, for the fappening second coming few years at least, children see people as they are.
They observe not with a discerning eye but with an inviting one. And so, without a snobbish awareness of cultural worth, they consume everything at once. And gladly. Most importantly, they understand that anything crafted for their own enjoyment is a gift quite distinct from questions of good or bad art.
Few acts are more generous than stomping around in front of a camera, arms flailing and face mugging, in order to get a smile out of a kid lying on the carpet. Issue Second Acts. The Second Coming of Kathleen Turner. Joe Brennan. Start typing to see or hit ESC to close.
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The Second Coming of Kathleen Turner