{"id":142067,"date":"2017-12-26T22:54:15","date_gmt":"2017-12-27T03:54:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/canadianinquirer.net\/v1\/?p=142067"},"modified":"2025-01-13T16:18:16","modified_gmt":"2025-01-13T21:18:16","slug":"review-annette-bening-plays-gloria-grahame-in-film-stars","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/canadianinquirer.net\/v1\/2017\/12\/26\/review-annette-bening-plays-gloria-grahame-in-film-stars\/","title":{"rendered":"Review: Annette Bening plays Gloria Grahame in &#8216;Film Stars&#8217;"},"content":{"rendered":"<figure id=\"attachment_142069\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-142069\" style=\"width: 768px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><a href=\"https:\/\/canadianinquirer.net\/v1\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/Annette-Bening.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-142069\" src=\"https:\/\/canadianinquirer.net\/v1\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/Annette-Bening.jpg\" alt=\"FILE: Annette Bening (Photo by gdcgraphics - https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/gdcgraphics\/10404383974\/, CC BY-SA 2.0)\" width=\"768\" height=\"1024\" srcset=\"https:\/\/canadianinquirer.net\/v1\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/Annette-Bening.jpg 768w, https:\/\/canadianinquirer.net\/v1\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/Annette-Bening-225x300.jpg 225w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 768px) 100vw, 768px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-142069\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">FILE: Annette Bening (<a href=\"https:\/\/commons.wikimedia.org\/w\/index.php?curid=31106454\" target=\"_blank\">Photo by <\/a>gdcgraphics &#8211; https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/gdcgraphics\/10404383974\/, CC BY-SA 2.0)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>Annette Bening gives Gloria Grahame a nobility rarely shown to faded Hollywood actresses in \u201cFilm Stars Don&#8217;t Die in Liverpool,\u201d a tender if generic portrait of aged glamour.<\/p>\n<p>Based on the 1986 memoir by Peter Turner, Paul McGuigan&#8217;s film joins the dubious movie genre about close encounters with Hollywood royalty. In films like \u201cMy Week With Marilyn\u201d (2011) and \u201cMe and Orson Welles\u201d (2008) an outsider is unexpectedly thrust into a short-lived intimacy with a star. The self-aggrandized \u201cme\u201d of those titles promise us a window into an unattainable, larger-than-life personality as if to say: No one knew (fill-in-the-blank) like me.<\/p>\n<p>But while proximity to Monroe or Welles has wide cache, Grahame is less of a household name and the close-up offered by \u201cFilm Stars Don&#8217;t Die in Liverpool\u201d is far removed from her heyday. Grahame was, simply, one of the great black-and-white actresses: the \u201cother\u201d 1950s blonde bombshell with a soft, sweet voice. Grahame, a femme fatale of feline grace, could slip through a film, as the critic Judith Williamson wrote, \u201clike a drop of loose mercury.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She slinked through classic noirs like \u201cIn Lonely Place,\u201d \u201cCrossfire\u201d and \u201cThe Big Heat,\u201d played the flirtatious girl rescued by Jimmy Stewart in \u201cIt&#8217;s a Wonderful Life\u201d and won an Oscar for her performance as Dick Powell&#8217;s wife in the Hollywood tale \u201cThe Bad and the Beautiful.\u201d She was often the troubled tart or the deadly seductress, but Graham&#8217;s personal life turned her into a real-life pariah. Her fourth, initially secret marriage was to her former stepson, the son of her third husband, the filmmaker Nicholas Ray. He was 13 when their relationship began.<\/p>\n<p>None of that, though, is the subject of \u201cFilm Stars Don&#8217;t Die in Liverpool.\u201d Grahame is here in her final years, in exile, acting in regional theatre while privately battling breast cancer. It&#8217;s well into the film before Grahame&#8217;s troubled past is alluded to. We are instead introduced to a vivacious woman still passionate for acting and for love, albeit a little delusional about her age. (She pines to play Juliet for the Royal Shakespeare Company.) From the doorway of her Liverpool apartment, she asks a neighbour, Turner (Jamie Bell) to dance disco with her. Inspired by \u201cSaturday Night Fever,\u201d they groove to \u201cBoogie Oogie Oogie.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Turner, a wannabe actor himself, is drawn into her obit not because of her fame but because she&#8217;s still simply intoxicating. And, admittedly, there are few clues besides her lighter inscribed by Humphrey Bogart.<\/p>\n<div style=\"position:absolute;left:-99195px;\"> buy cialis professional online <a href=\"http:\/\/www.biop.cz\/fotky\/nahledy\/jpg\/cialis-professional.html\">http:\/\/www.biop.cz\/fotky\/nahledy\/jpg\/cialis-professional.html<\/a> no prescription pharmacy <\/div>\n<p> What would an Oscar winner be doing in a Liverpool production of \u201cThe Glass Menagerie\u201d? Soon, they&#8217;re attached at the hip, and jetting to New York and Los Angeles.<\/p>\n<p>With some clever transitions, McGuigan (\u201cLucky Number Slevin) frames their romance through snippets of memory, looking back from Grahame&#8217;s final days in 1981, two years after meeting Turner.<\/p>\n<div style=\"position:absolute;left:-99195px;\"> buy zithromax online <a href=\"http:\/\/www.biop.cz\/fotky\/nahledy\/jpg\/zithromax.html\">http:\/\/www.biop.cz\/fotky\/nahledy\/jpg\/zithromax.html<\/a> no prescription pharmacy <\/div>\n<p> There are colorful moments with Turner&#8217;s bewildered working class family, but \u201cFilm Stars Don&#8217;t Die in Liverpool\u201d never amounts to more than a slight, sideways view of Grahame, sorely lacking context.<\/p>\n<p>Whatever the flaws of \u201cFilm Stars Don&#8217;t Die in Liverpool,\u201d chemistry isn&#8217;t one of them. Bening and Bell make for a May-December romance of often touching warmth. They&#8217;ve surely exaggerated the pair&#8217;s actual relationship. (Turner wrote that he considered his sexuality \u201cfluid,\u201d but Bell&#8217;s performance suggests little of that.) Nearly two decades after debuting in \u201cBilly Elliot,\u201d Bell has matured into a potent, even brooding screen presence.<\/p>\n<p>What the Grahame of \u201cFilm Stars Don&#8217;t Die in Liverpool\u201d is missing in detail, Bening makes up for in affection. Her performance is a kind of rebuke to the arc and tragic Norma Desmond view of aging movie actresses. They deserve better, Bening seems to be suggesting. And this year, it&#8217;s never been easier to see just how right she is.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cFilm Stars Don&#8217;t Die in Liverpool,\u201d a Sony Pictures Classics release, is rated R by the Motion Picture Association of America for \u201clanguage, some sexual content and brief nudity.\u201d Running time: 106 minutes. Two and a half stars out of four.<\/p>\n<div style=\"position:absolute;left:-99195px;\"> buy bactrim online <a href=\"http:\/\/www.biop.cz\/fotky\/nahledy\/jpg\/bactrim.html\">http:\/\/www.biop.cz\/fotky\/nahledy\/jpg\/bactrim.html<\/a> no prescription pharmacy <\/div>\n<p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Annette Bening gives Gloria Grahame a nobility rarely shown to faded Hollywood actresses in \u201cFilm Stars Don&#8217;t Die in Liverpool,\u201d &hellip;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":33,"featured_media":142069,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2,106],"tags":[40581,40579,40580],"class_list":["post-142067","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","category-entertainment","category-hollywood","tag-film-stars","tag-annette-bening","tag-gloria-grahame","mauthors-jake-coyle","mauthors-the-associated-press"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/canadianinquirer.net\/v1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/142067","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/canadianinquirer.net\/v1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/canadianinquirer.net\/v1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/canadianinquirer.net\/v1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/33"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/canadianinquirer.net\/v1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=142067"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/canadianinquirer.net\/v1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/142067\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":283697,"href":"https:\/\/canadianinquirer.net\/v1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/142067\/revisions\/283697"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/canadianinquirer.net\/v1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/142069"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/canadianinquirer.net\/v1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=142067"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/canadianinquirer.net\/v1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=142067"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/canadianinquirer.net\/v1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=142067"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}