"As you know, I've long been ambivalent about the whole movie star thing. But that doesn't mean that I wouldn't like to, uh … work."
December 30th, 2008
Debra Winger – having been absent from our screens for far too long – gave an interview to Rachel Cooke in this Sunday's Observer:
Winger and I meet for lunch in the lobby bar of the Algonquin Hotel – her choice. She used to be famously difficult in interviews, furious and truculent, but today she is neither. Sure, I can see that she is probably still a tricky sort of a human being, but then, aren't all the best people? Physically compact, like a particularly athletic teenager, she ticks with energy and opinion, like a bomb. She also looks a decade younger than her 53 years; an achievement that is mostly down to her genes, I guess, but which is also testament to the grand irony of the plastic surgery culture: unlike virtually all her contemporaries, she has left her face – the most puckish and determined face in movies – alone, and so – ha! – looks more youthful than any of them. She arrives on foot, having travelled into New York from her home in the suburbs on the train and, tidily installed in her seat, orders a gin and tonic, followed by three courses, and fully caffeinated coffee. Jeez. No wonder she was never keen on the whole "movie star thing".
I sit beside her, and once I've calmed down a bit – I was a giant fan of hers when I was a teenager, and the Joe Cocker theme from An Officer and a Gentleman is playing on a loop in my head – all I can think is that Kate Winslet is in for a rude awakening at some point in the not too distant future. If Debra Winger can't get a decent role lined up, what hope is there for anyone?
[Via Nerve Screengrab]