Was saddened to hear that Jill Clayburgh had died Friday at 66 after a 21-year battle with chronic leukemia. When I was a kid growing up in Arizona, Clayburgh seemed like the biggest star around to me. Although she had her box-office moment, I think this had more to do with our getting cable around that same time, and "An Unmarried Woman," "Starting Over," "It's My Turn" and "First Monday in October" being on television 24 hours a day. I always liked her -- she was kind of a non-grating version of Candice Bergen -- and marveled at the way she completely stole the show when Michael and I
saw her in "Barefoot in the Park" a few years ago on Broadway, despite being miscast in the role of Mrs. Banks. (Am looking forward to seeing her play Jake Gyllenhaal's mom in the upcoming "Love and Other Drugs." Jake spoke about his screen-mom's passing
HERE.)
Janet Maslin
wrote a wonderful appraisal of Clayburgh in yesterday's Times, which explains why filmgoers fell in love with the willowy blonde, despite not having "the tics of Diane Keaton, the steel of Jane Fonda, the feistiness of Sally Field" or "the uncanny adaptability of Meryl Streep." RIP, Jill. You will be missed.
Was saddened to hear that Jill Clayburgh had died Friday at 66 after a 21-year battle with chronic leukemia. When I was a kid growing up in Arizona, Clayburgh seemed like the biggest star around to me. Although she had her box-office moment, I think this had more to do with our getting cable around that same time, and "An Unmarried Woman," "Starting Over," "It's My Turn" and "First Monday in October" being on television 24 hours a day. I always liked her -- she was kind of a non-grating version of Candice Bergen -- and marveled at the way she completely stole the show when Michael and I saw her in "Barefoot in the Park" a few years ago on Broadway, despite being miscast in the role of Mrs. Banks. (Am looking forward to seeing her play Jake Gyllenhaal's mom in the upcoming "Love and Other Drugs." Jake spoke about his screen-mom's passing HERE.)
Janet Maslin wrote a wonderful appraisal of Clayburgh in yesterday's Times, which explains why filmgoers fell in love with the willowy blonde, despite not having "the tics of Diane Keaton, the steel of Jane Fonda, the feistiness of Sally Field" or "the uncanny adaptability of Meryl Streep." RIP, Jill. You will be missed.
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