OK, I know it’s not really a long shot when you predict that Meryl Streep is going to win an Oscar for The Iron Lady, even when the betting shops don’t list her as the favourite and considering she’s been nominated so many times before and gone home empty handed. Regardless, I was so pleased to have been right.
I’ve been a fan since seeing Out of Africa when I was only a tyke. Watching the scene where Robert Redford washes her hair left and indelible mark on me (this is why I was so moved by these photos from a Harper’s Bazaar editorial a little while back). Kramer vs Kramer was also one of the ‘grown up’ first movies we watched on VHS. I don’t mind admitting that I adored her in Prime, an undeservedly much-maligned rom-com starring Uma Thurman, Bryan Greenberg and art by Tim Okamura.
Her turn in Woody Allen’s Manhattan is to be revered. And who could ever forget her as Miranda Priestly in The Devil Wears Prada? And what about the Aussie accent she pulled out of her dilly bag for her stint as Lindy ‘a dingo stole my baby‘ Chamberlain in Evil Angels. She was a true blue okker, no question. And then there’s The Hours, and Julie and Julia, and Silkwood, and The Bridges of Madison County. I could go on and on and on and on.
harper’s bazaar australia +africa = crazy nostalgia