Yellow brick road to waxworks museum
Film ‘Judy’ is only saved from walking death by a zestful Zellweger’s portrayal of Judy Garland
Renée Zellweger is tremendous in She throws the kitchen sink, if not the whole kitchen, at her portrayal of Judy Garland.
It’s good that somebody throws something at something. In a film (directed by Rupert Goold) sentimentalising the ailing performer’s ill-starred cabaret run in 1968 at London’s Talk of the Town — six months before her death — actors walk about lifelessly as if auditioning for Madame Tussauds.
Michael Gambon plays Bernard Delfont, the coiffed impresario (also featured in Stan
& Ollie), like an ambulant waxwork wearing a glossy dead squirrel on his head. Jessie Buckley struggles gamely as Garland’s British PR minder, the same role, but inertly scripted, as Eddie Redmayne’s Colin Clark in My Week with Marilyn.
Zellweger looks like Garland, sounds like her and even sings like her. She captures Garland’s personality physical and vocal: that tremolando waif-star with the fright-wide eyes and the pursed scarlet pout. She finds a sassy mezzo voice that can deliver songs as well as party put-downs. Handed a cake knife at a birthday, she cracks: “Every time I cut a cake I find I’m married to another jerk.”
Zellweger can even handle the overdone plot confections. Screenwriter Tom Edge, adapting Peter Quilter’s stage play End of the Rainbow, requires the heroine first to be booted out of her run — booze, drugs and unpunctuality — and then to assay a one-night comeback crowned by Over the
Rainbow. That would be held back for the performer’s teary, cathartic swansong, though I can’t believe it turned into the full Vera Lynn singalong depicted here.
Rufus Sewell and Finn Wittrock play Garland’s last two husbands, vying for custody of her heritage. There are also custody fights over the children. Zellweger gets to negotiate a crying scene in a telephone kiosk, sobbing her longdistance love to the sundered tots in the US filmed in full, tear-stained, technicolourish close-up like a scene from a bad Lana Turner movie.
Somehow Zellweger makes even this bearable. Is there not an Oscar for best supportingthe-insupportable actress? /@