Let's be Steel Magnolias again!

I am Shelby’s dumb ass , dead and left my baby motherless with a son a bitch father.

Put it up your butt, OP

I'm Truuvy's elves and we've gone beserk!

R2 what, a reindeer?!

I’m Anne Berlin. I have six fingers.

R5 what happened to the other four?!

I am the glass of orange juice, shaken and traumatized from too many takes to make the “drink the juice Shelby” scene work.

R7 I read that was the first scene Julia was made to film as the Director wanted to through her in at the deep end

*throw

R8 Well she went far over the top

We're the nude athletes parading past Shirley MacLaine in the locker room.

R6, I have TWELVE TOTAL!

I'm the secret affair you know Ouiser and Drum were having

I’m the bunch of sinners Truvy and Annelle travel with to New Orleans.

I'm the beautiful music score by Georges Delerue.

I'm sure that Jackson was secretly poisoning Shelby to get rid of her. He was gleeful signing those medical release papers to switch her off

I’m the two pigs fighting under a blanket.

I’m the cringeworthy Oprah episode featuring all of the female cast members behaving like complete and utter morons. Who needs toilet paper when Oprah gives such an awesome tongue bath to one’s taint area.

I'm Janice Van Meter's long lost girdle.

I'm Claree's nephew Marshall who was fucking Truvey's son in that garage

I'm aubergine. Or maybe grape.

I’m Shelby’s blush and bashful color nail polish.

I'm the big hairy cocks Ouiser spies on in the locker rooms

[quote]I’m Shelby’s blush and bashful color nail polish.

Those were her WEDDING colors.

I'm A Tale of Two Kidneys.

I'm the fart in the Church

I'm Mark, Rick, or Steve.

We aah blush and bayshful. We aah her culuhs.

Oops, sorry R22. Your post didn't show up on my phone when I wrote mine.

I’m Sammy Wayne’s beer in the Frigidaire.

I’m the back issues of Southern Hair.

I'm the magnolias for the wedding potentially stolen from Ouiser's tree although the judge hasn't yet decided whose tree it is.

I’m the Mercedes Benz that is having an affair with Ouiser. She can suck a tailpipe like no other!

I'm Connolly's Funeral Home. That's the nicest.

I'm Clairee's luggage.

I'm Sally Field becoming "repossessed" by Sybil in her cemetery breakdown scene!

I'm the bubble bath Jackson finds Shelby in on their wedding morning.

I'm track lightin'.

I'm the bad reviews for the film. Wow - so many of them!

I'm Herbert Ross, doing what every single person on Datalounge would love to do: tell Julia Roberts off.

Of course the rest of the moo cow frauen in the cast rallied around her not knowing that Julia loathed them all too.

I'm the candy offered by Truvy and rejected by M'lynn in favor of the orange juice. 'Juice is better.'

I’m the scenery-chewing.

I’m the red beans and rice. I freeze beautifully.

We are the jocks in the locker room where Ouiser is conducting a post-game interview. Some of us are naked.

I'm Jackson. "One big hanging man"

I'm the trough of slop being served up at the winter carnival. WTF was that anyway?

I'm the Twinkies Ouiser eats in the supermarket.

R41 you were popped into Shelby's huge mouth and washed down with the juice! It was me who was rejected!

I’m the pork n beans Drum eats with everything.

I'm the cart Clairee and Ouiser are seemingly sharing at the local market.

I'm Owen Jenkins and I have the longest nose hair in the free world.

I'm the horrible idea that this should be a tv series.

I'm the handsome daddy Drum secretly having an affair with my former son-in-law Jackson. He can't get enough of my married daddy cock.

I am the all-Black remake from the same racist neoliberal white queens who pissed all over [italic]Annie[/italic] and [italic]The Music Man[/italic] that everybody politely tolerated when it was new but then quickly forgot about.

I'm the correctly spelled tattoos on Louie's girlfriend.

I'm the baby Jesuses from all the mis-matched manger scenes they had at the Baptist bookstore in Shreveport Anelle made into Christmas ornaments.

I’m the ranting Herbert Ross troll who used to complain that one of the Go-Gos was passed over for Daryl Hannah.

I'm the Easter eggs that get smashed.

I'm Sammy's bunny helmet. With me on he can't see shit.

I'm the legions of real southern women who hate this movie.

[quote] "I read that was the first scene Julia was made to film as the Director wanted to throw her in at the deep end."

Well R8, Herbert Ross was a complete fucking asshole to the lead six. I can't imagine being mean to Dolly Parton, who by that time had a decent amount of film experience to her credit, and was by all accounts an absolute pleasure to work with.

Robert Harling relates: "Even when a Christmas scene required her to swelter in a cashmere sweater. "Julia said, 'Dolly, we're dying and you never say a word. Why don't you let loose?'" Harling recounted. "Dolly very serenely smiled and said, 'When I was young and had nothing, I wanted to be rich and famous and now I am. So I'm not going to complain about anything."

If there IS a Hell, I hope that faggot Ross is burning there alongside his last wife.

He was indeed awful to all six of them but he absolutely went after Julia to the point of cruelty. Mean, nasty and emotionally and verbally abusive many days sending her home in tears. I read Sally Field say something to the effect of "he really had it in for Julia".

I'm the dishes that Drum removes before peeing in the sink.

We're the designing women of the Sugarbaker design firm in Atlanta, Ga. We were on our way to watch this movie when we had to take a slight detour instead. One of us went into labor and delivered a baby girl. No, she didn't name her Shelby.

I've definitely heard about that, R62.

Only because I mentioned it: here's Dolly on Ross' assessment of her acting abilities:

"Ross, Parton recalled in a recent interview at the Westbury Hotel in New York, was blunt in his low assessment of her talents.

"He was very hard on me. He told me I couldn't act, and I said, 'Well, hell, I know I can't act.' I said, 'That's your job. You're the director and you're supposed to help me with my acting. You hired me 'cause you thought I was going to make you a lot of money - now, earn it."

And I'm biased, but I think Dolly is a more talented actress than she got credit for at the time. She was wonderful in "9 to 5", which was her first film role. So this was definitely more of Ross just being his own asshole self.

I'm a contact lens, NOBODY MOVE!

I'm a glass of iced tea, the house wine of the South.

We’re the Biltmore Estate about to send Truvy a brochure hoping to correct that particular misconception.

I'm the very bad mood Ouiser has been in for the past 40 years.

I am the slap she gets from a toddler at the Easter Egg Hunt at the end.

R61 I was amazed he would also be so hard on Dolly, wasn't like he was an amazing Director who was making the film of the century. Who was he!

I'm Neil Simon wondering why Ray passed on the chance to make [italic]They're Playing Our Song[/italic] into a movie instead of making that stupid [italic]Slugger's Wife[/italic] thing.

I'm the baseball that hit Janice Van Meter in the head.

I'm fabulous.

We're the complete absence of capital letters in the opening or closing credits.

I’m Whitey Black, I’m a moron. I’m not even sure I have opposable thumbs.

I'm Anelle's 180's

I'm the bacon in Ouiser's grocery store shopping cart. Studies since 1989 have shown that I'm probably the least unhealthy thing in it.

I'm the cleaners that's open on Easter Sunday.

I’m Bibi Besch. I was the first cast member to die.

I'm Princess Lee aka Mrs Herb Ross at the London premiere

I'm the bird that dropped a deuce in Miss O user's eye "tweedle twee that's good luck, bitch! tweedly tweet"

I’m the theater productions Ouiser won’t go see because she can nap at home for free.

I'm the 20 season long Steel Magnolias TV series that never came to pass.

But never fear, DL had a thread last summer dedicated to detailing the various episodes of those 20 seasons that weren't.

I’m Ann Wedgeworth ten years after getting canned from “Three’s Company”

If you missed it, the Lee Radzwill story is a true classic.

Thanks r80.

I'm Spud, who my wife, Truvy, can scream at any time.

I'm a VCR and I alone am worth getting married for.

I'm one of the unbearable, basic bitches who didn't even wait for Shelby's corpse to be buried before I tried to ask Jackson out on a date. I fully intend to be married to Jackson as soon as possible so that none of the other scheming bitches gets her claws in.

I just need to clarify one thing. That little boy, the one that the dead wife, whatsername, [italic] claimed [/italic] was Jackson's son, he's with his mom's family, ain't he? I'm not taking care of kids that aren't mine.

I am the rules which say old Southern women are supposed to wear funny clothes, ugly hats, and dig in the dirt.

[quote]I'm the horrible idea that this should be a tv series.

That's me too!

I'm Blanche Baker, the original off-off-Broadway Shelby who got screwed out of the film rights. Still bitter decades later.

I'm Jackson's low hanging dong.

I've cracked a few porcelain toilet seats in my day due to my size, length, thickness and weight.

I'm the real life "Jackson" who remarried practically right after real "Shelby's" funeral, there by inspiring the play to keep her memory alive

I’m the hot young son (whom I wanted to fuck) who, when Melynn asked “where’s your father?”, he replied without a pause “his coffee kicked in!”

I'm the cuppa cuppa cuppa, perhaps the most grotesque of all the Southern "fun" thrust upon us in this mess. Even Dolly Parton can't sell it.

I'm Sammy, Anelle's husband.

I have a secret history as one of Chinquipin Parish's most popular - and most well-endowed - street hustlers.

They don't call me Wham Bam Sam for nothin'!

And since I took up multiple posts with factual information, I'll play along:

I'm the tinsel around the knees of Mary Beth (Miss Merry Christmas), and the high political official she had a drug-induced affair with, in a local motel.

I'm M'Lynn's football helmut

R94, he had the look for gay porn in the 80s. Maybe he ended up in it.

I'm the nowhere-to-be-found blacks.

I'm the ability to accessorize, the only thing that separates humans from animals.

I’m the tomato sauce boiling over on the stove while Shelby has one of her selfish diabetic fits.

R97, the name is Nancy Beth Marmillion and I'm also the one who called Jackson a 'low-hangin man'. Oh yeah, I'm also R88

I'm Zydeco! Namely the wedding reception dance sequence playing "Jambalaya."

I'm Dolly's tits, modestly covered this time

I'm the children's park from where Clairie has come, windblown.

I'm the books Ouiser doesn't read because if we're any good, they’re gonna make us into a miniseries.

I'm the t-shirts which read ’ ‘I SLAPPED OUISER BOUDREAUX!'

I'm Julia Roberts' inexplicable Oscar nomination.

She really wasn't memorable in this role.

She was Pretty Woman opening a month earlier from probably winning.

I think Roberts was fine in Steel Magnolias; she made the character somewhat likable. It's not a particularly well-written part, Shelby is dumb and selfish, but we're supposed to feel sorry for her because she has a chronic illness and dies, BECAUSE she was dumb and selfish.. She did the best she could with the material.

R112, shouldn't a decent actress' "best" have included mastering a not-so-difficult accent? ("Mah COLUHS ahh BLUSH an' BASHFUL!")

R113, it wasn't fair to expect Miss Roberts to learn the appropriate Southern accent. She was from the distant Northern town of Smyrna in the very Yankee state of Georgia.

[quote] I hope that faggot Ross is burning there alongside his last wife.

Fags have wives?

I'm Fannie Flagg still pissed for being called for the bit part of Aunt Fern, the armadillo cake maker. After difficult travel from California to Louisiana, she arrived to be told that Ross said he never heard of her and refused to see her. No explanation. The part was eventually given to Ann Wedgeworth, who was excellent, but Fannie would've been just as good.

Trudy's heavenly hash recipe.

1 can Pineapple Tidbits 2 cups Whipped Topping 1 cup Sweetened Coconut Flakes 1 cup Miniature Marshmallows ¼ cup Maraschino Cherries 3 Tablespoons sweetened condensed milk

"Pour over vanilla ice cream to cut the sweetness."

[quote] I’m the tomato sauce boiling over on the stove while Shelby has one of her selfish diabetic fits.

And I'm the six untouched onions sprawled on the counter that Shelby apparently thought she needed for said sauce.

I’m Julia Roberts’ real-life sister offing herself years after the fact.

I thought Truuvy's recipe was Cuppa, Cuppa, Cuppa: cuppa sugar, cuppa fruit cocktail, with the juice, cuppa flour. Bake at 350 until golden bubbly.

I think Julia was good in this. She looked luminous.. The film is what it is. But her face was just made for the big screen. Even in a smaller role she looked like a movie star.

I'm Sam Shepard, making too much of his blue collar angst ass his bid for work is undercut.

I'm the cherry Coke Annelle asks for at the bar during Sh'ElBee's wedding.

I'm the naytivatee made out of sporklers

I’m M’lynn purposefully clomp clomp clomping down the hospital corridor on her way to find Shelby.

I'm Sally Field, angry, disappointed and shocked that I didn't get a Best Actress nomination for my [italic] ACTING [/italic] especially in that scene after Shelby's funeral where I showed the rest how to [italic] EMOTE!! [/italic]

I always cringe during the cemetery scene... at least the Sally bits. Once Olympia offers up Shirley as a human sacrifice, things get a lot better.

I'm M'Lynn, wondering why the fuck I gave up one of my healthy kidneys if my dumb hick daughter was going to die anyway.

R128, how dare you have missed Shelby's key "character"-defining line?

"I would rather have 30 minutes of wonderful than a lifetime of nothing special." SALLY'S TRIUMPHANT MOTHER-LOVE MADE THAT POSSIBLE.

(Shelby's "perspective" is, of course, totally nauseating -- yes, without motherhood, the rest of her privileged fucking life held no promise whatever of anything special.)

R129 you are being too kind to Shelby. It was 3 minutes, not 30!

Face it. Shelby was a fucking moron.

The character was stupid but Julia was luminous

I don't think it's all that surprising she was nominated . She won a Golden Globe right before and the movie made a bunch of money. nNever mind she became the biggest star in the world a couple on months after this opened.

Would Sally Field have replaced Jessica Lange or Isabelle Adjani in the 1990 Best Actress lineup? I can't see her dislodging Pauline Collins, Michelle P or Jess Tandy

Not to unleash the Lange loon but she was very good in Music Box. Everyone at the time assumed Field would get the Collins nomination if Meg Ryan couldn't pull it ogg. Meg Ryan deservered the 5th spot in my opinion.

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Doubtful R134. When I saw SM in the theater, people started snickering during Sally's overwrought breakdown grave scene.

It's been more than a year... Let's Be Let's Be Steel Magnolias agian!

After all, this thread is too young to have a past.

This time improved with Giphy!

I will argue that agian was my attempt at an accent, but really, it was a typo.

I'm the trunk full of crushed Easter eggs.

I'm the bird that shat on Shirley's face.