I’m a New York dame with a touch of Old Hollywood glam. I’m that woman of a certain age – the Senator, the Judge, the long-time wise-cracking assistant to the geriatric billionaire, the wealthy matriarch with renegade offspring.
I know I’m out of sync and out of this time. I’m most comfortable in the reverie of classic Hollywood films. I’m happiest knowing that there I awaken every morning perfectly made up, coiffed and swathed in a lovely peignoir. I’m the authoress, the congresswoman, the entrepreneur. There I’m that woman who’s never at a loss for words, never without a man with white tie and tails, and most definitely never without a good foundation garment. Ah, what bliss! And so, I act.
I’m Eve Arden’s Ida to Joan Crawford’s “Mildred Pierce.” I do what I do best: mix large parts wry humor with below-the-surface seething vitriol, add gentle compassionate warmth, and drizzle in some coolness on a par with chilled champagne. I shake (never stir) and deliver a character uniquely my own.
Cue the MGM lion!