Hail to the Drama Queen
Margo Channing cracked wiser. And her devious protegé cooked up better schemes to steal the limelight. Still, half a century after they lit up the screen, the principals in All About Eve would probably get a charge out of Being Julia. This bittersweet backstage drama skillfully combines -- as all such pieces must -- a love of the theater with the certain knowledge that actors are delusional creatures who can scarcely tell where their characters end and their true selves begin. The cliche says that most of them don't want to know. Might disturb the magic of their self-absorption.
Actually, the new movie's origins predate the Bette Davis-Anne Baxter classic. Set in London in 1938, Julia derives from a minor W. Somerset Maugham novella called Theatre, largely forgotten today but a prime example of that writer's gifts for keen satire and ironic detachment. Like Davis's Margo, the flaming redhead Julia Lambert, played here by a ravishing, period-perfect Annette Bening, is a renowned stage star now on the far side of forty -- vain as a diva, worried about the ravages of time, and ever more desperate to keep fame and fortune. "I'm utterly exhausted," she proclaims, as if to the back row of the balcony. "I need a holiday." Of course, it would take six strong blokes with a pony cart to get her off the stage.
Useful complications? Maugham's signature wit and his tragic colorations are well served here by Hungarian director Istvan Szabo, who had some harsh things to say about theatrical ambition in 1981's Mephisto, and screenwriter Ronald Harwood, the fluent South Africa-born playwright who gave us another backstage gem, The Dresser. Julia's marriage to a suave impresario (Jeremy Irons) has long been devoid of sex, and her secret friendship with a man-about-town (Bruce Greenwood) is platonic, so when Tom Fennell (Shaun Evans), a young American social climber, begins to fawn and flirt, the aging actress is not just flattered, she reverts into a giddy schoolgirl. Penniless Tom is no older than Julia's own son, and we sense from the start that he's a cad, but Julia leaps eagerly into their doomed affair. After all, human bondage is Maugham's specialty. Pay no attention to the Cartier watch and the gold cigarette case she lavishes upon the boy: The clock is running.
But there's more drollery than gloom in this tale of a drama queen scorned. Like Norma Desmond, holed up in her mausoleum on Sunset Boulevard, Julia Lambert uses the only thing available to her -- acting skill -- to get revenge. The elaborate ploy involves a new play, the witless blond ingenue (Lucy Punch) who's seduced both her young lover and her husband, and constant acting cues from her long-dead mentor, Jimmy (Michael Gambon), which now flit through Julia's vivid imagination like old dreams recaptured. "All's fair in love and the theater, ducky," Jimmy reminds her. Just so. The comedy of manners, the farce of her life, culminates -- where else? -- on stage, where the actress who can never stop acting manages to give the most original performance of her career, a venomous opening-night improvisation that savages her young rival, gives the stunned playwright apoplexy, and, in case you were wondering, brings the house down. This tour de force is far more dramatic in the Szabo/Harwood retelling than in Maugham's book, but that's probably as it should be. For in the aftermath of Julia's triumph, she discovers what sorrow and loneliness her vengeance has wrought: her total disillusionment with love. The final scene wipes the smiles off our faces in a hurry.
For Bening, who played a seductive thief in The Grifters and a French libertine in Valmont, Being Julia is another chance to stretch her muscles, and she makes the best of it. Slowly but surely, the California girl within comes to convince us, by word and deed, that she's an authentic English icon beset by English whims and fears. Just watch her sweep into a chic London restaurant to the applause of her adoring public. Watch her Julia go over the top in the none-too-clever melodrama she must carry on her back. Watch her preen and watch her scheme. Listen as she boasts: "Real actresses don't make films. " As Margo Channing could tell you, all the world's still a stage.
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