I can’t help myself...
[bold]Tootsie[/bold]: Lange is effervescent here, displaying an aching subtlety and bittersweet melancholy that grounds the film, giving a rare poignancy to what is essentially a slapstick, though extremely witty, comedy. Her performance elicits autonomous sensory meridian responses to the max. I love that she won the Oscar for her brilliantly understated work in this, which compliments and highlights her win for her brilliant performance in Blue Sky quite nicely.
[bold]Frances[/bold]: In one of the best performances in cinema history, Lange reaches Olympian heights as a troubled star would-be serious thespian, her mercurial visage flickering from quiet melancholy and sardonic contempt to white-hot fury and, finally, pained, darkened hope trapped in a void. A shattering performance.
[bold]Country[/bold]: Lange's work here, in arguably the superior and grittiest of the "80s farm films," carries all of the weight of an Andrew Wyeth painting: she is both graceful and severe; luminous and haunting; tender and brittle; fragile and steadfast. She exhibits a simplicity and naturalness that is effortless, beguiling and, ultimately, galvanizing.
[bold]Sweet Dreams[/bold]: From spitfire beginning to explosive - literally - end, Lange's performance is infused with an infectious exuberance and joie de vivre that is measured and composed by Patsy Cline's own peerless voice rather than by a valiant attempt at imitation or interpretation; this is perhaps the greatest honor one could pay Cline, who no one could sing like. Lange, with the help of the equally brilliant Ed Harris and Ann Wedgeworth, who both, dare I say, make her work possible, channels Cline's ephemeral electric essence like a live wire. As Pauline Kael, wrote, “When Lange's Patsy slings her strong young body around she gives off a charge. Lange has real authority here, and the performance holds you emotionally. This is one of the few times I've seen people cry at a movie that wasn't sentimental--it's an honest tearjerker. People can cry without feeling they've been had.”
[bold]Music Box[/bold]: One of my favorite performances of Lange's and one of Costa Gavras’ most underrated films. Both the film and her performance leave me dumbstruck and speechless. Kael said it best when she wrote of Lange's work here: "What counts is the Old World, New World texture that Jessica Lange brings to toughness. Her beautiful throatiness counts. She has the will and the technique to take a role that's really no more than a function of melodrama and turn this movie into a cello concerto." Her descent into the embodiment of Dieric Bouts's Weeping Madonna painting is both profound and cathartic.
[bold]Blue Sky[/bold]: What Lange does with what is, perhaps, my favorite of her performances is utterly riveting, transcendent, and nearly peerless. You would have to go back to the stars and thespians of a bygone era - a few of which she purposefully emulates in the film - like Monroe, Taylor, Bardot, and Leigh, to get a performance as simultaneously sexy, vital, potent, beguiling, authentic, melodramatic, volatile, and succulent as Lange’s is in this film. It still astonishes me that she managed to go from the drab, dowdy, albeit genius, work of something like Men Don't Leave to this: something so iridescent, intoxicating, and brilliant. It thrills me that she won not only the Oscar but LAFCA for this. It's a performance that is equal parts depressing, heartbreaking, infuriating, and uplifting.
I would have also nominated her for Best Actress in [bold]The Postman Always Rings Twice[/bold], [bold]Men Don't Leave[/bold], [bold]Everybody's All-American[/bold], and [bold]Losing Isaiah[/bold], and Best Supporting Actress for [bold]Crimes of the Heart[/bold], [bold]Cape Fear[/bold], [bold]Rob Roy [/bold], given her the win in this category for [bold]Titus[/bold], and nominated her again for [bold]Prozac Nation[/bold], [bold]Big Fish[/bold], and [bold]Don't Come Knocking[/bold].
Such raw, captivating, delicious work!