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Day 06: Favourite Oscar Nominated Performance (Or other if applicable)

Clementine Churchill, Into the Storm - Golden Globe nomination

Talk about regal. Clemmie was the epitome of elegant, classy, and was definitely the rational sound-board of her Prime Minister husband, Winston. Janet looked absolutely dashing with her salt and pepper hair, double-strung pearl necklace, and resplendent demeanor. I thought Janet and Brendan Gleeson had really wonderful chemistry in this film, and it shone through in the way Clemmie and Winston complemented one another. I love how even though he might be having a temper tantrum over painting in the garden, Clemmie was always there to level-out his crotchety-old-man-behavior and put him in check. I think my favorite scene is when they are all gathered in the film screening room about to watch a movie, and Winston won’t shut up, so Clemmie continuously has to shush him. She does this in such an adorable, motherly, but stern way that you cannot possibly help but adore her, and them as a couple. Plus, how amazing is it to see what Janet will probably look like in another 25 years? I’m hoping Janet goes “gray and gay” (like Penny Downie’s character Zenith so aptly put it).

Day 05: Favourite Role in other category

Dell,Tideland

…yes, this scene scares me, too. Bloody rubber gloves (and I don’t mean “fuckingrubber gloves” as you can clearly see in the still), an unfortunate version of Jeff Bridges (or as I like to call him, “El Duderino” or “His Dudeness”), massive dreadlocks, and some oddly placed shovels next to the tick-tack-toe board…er, the wall. There’s much to take in whilst viewing this particular shot, and though it’s quite disturbing in appearance, I assure you that Tidelandis a pretty fantastic film, albeit completely fucked. This is actually the first movie I ever watched Janet in post my Mary Stuart viewing. That’s right, from legendary Queen in English history play on Broadway to one-eyed, dread-locked, bee-phobic taxidermist in Gilliam’s “my inner child is a little girl who plays with Barbie Doll heads” [insert genre here (because no one quite knows what genre this film is categorized under…acid dream?)] <— that was like a mathematical
!English equation right there. Whoa. Well, this film is completely trippy and brilliant and reallyunderrated, but that’s okay because it’s probably going to become a cult-classic, as these sorts of films often do. If you look at the past 5 days (<—coincidence! SNARKY AMY FOSTER IS SNARKY!) you will notice (and I probably don’t have to tell you this…so.many.parentheses.wtf.panda?) how incredibly expansive Janet’s work is - if you put Catherine Walker, Veronica Novak, Gertie Lawrence, Mary Stuart, and Dell in the same room…HOLY.BALLS.OF.THUNDER.AND.STEEL, my friends. Character!explosion. Seriously. These women are so vastly different, and I am in fucking awe of Janet’s uncanny ability to portray these various personalities so well. I know that I’m biased, but she’s ridiculously versatile, it’s rather astounding. Anyway, Dell. Fucked up, yet…fuckable (as the delivery boy from the grocery store a million miles away can attest to). Put her in your pipe and smoke her, she’s totes worth it, and you’ll totes not even remotely know how the hell to deal with the high she’ll give you. I don’t even know what I just said. But…yeah. Dell, ladies and gentlemen, Dell.

Day 04: Favourite Dramatic Role

Mary Queen of Scots, Mary Stuart

After all, this is not only the first performance I ever saw of Janet, but it’s also the one where she stole my heart. Usually I see plays with actresses that I love; it’s rare that I just go to a play without knowing anything about the cast, but in this particular case my dear pal @frivolling had been raving about Mary Stuart for four years, and when I was really into Jane Fonda, she too kept mentioning how wonderful Janet and Harriet were in this powerful English play on her blog, so…the rest, as they say, is history. I thought Janet gave one helluva powerhouse performance, and her intensity captivated me to the point where I lived and breathed her film work (and God of Carnage, as you all know) since 2009. It’s interesting because I wouldn’t have guessed that a three hour English history play would have held my attention the way Mary Stuart did, but Janet was beyond magnificent (as was Harriet!) and I ended up going back a second time to view it. Watching these two strong women give such command performances…I’m still in awe three years later. Best part: Janet. In the rain. Semi-stripping. Completely soaked. Now, that’s a BINGO if there ever was one. Yeah. Broadway never looked as good as when J’s 8th and 9th Wonders were plastered over 44th Street. ;)

Day 03: Favourite Romantic Role

Gertrude “Gertie” Lawrence, Daphne

I know that Daphne was a bit of a [expletive] to Gertie in this film, and that she didn’t realize that Gertie was her one true love until after Gertie had passed away, but during their romantic time together, I was smitten by their relationship. Gertie was a firecracker, a care-free/free-spirited American actress who loved life, loved love, and was super delicious. Sex appeal oozed from her pores, and she knew it. The only reason I choose DaphneoverPortrait of a Marriage is because Vita and Violet’s love affair was toxic and unstable (not that Gertie and Daphne didn’t have problems), but V & V’s infatuation for one another was borderline psychotic and I feel like they were deeply hurting so many of their loved ones in the process of their torrid affair, whereas Gertie and Daphne’s relationship was open and flexible and mostly fun. Plus, who doesn’t love watching Gertie lounge about in her silk bathrobe, painting her finger nails that deep, ruby red, sunbathing on the patio with that outrageously large hat, and making love in the afternoon to the daughter of the man she was formerly having an affair with, am I right? I mean, that’s some steamy shit right there.

Day 02: Favourite Comedy Role
Veronica Novak, God of Carnage

I know that technically there is some really intense events involved in this play, but I consider it a comedy because I sure as shit laughed my motherfuckin’ ass off all eight times in which I viewed this show. Watching Veronica (aka “Darjeeling”) go from being mannerly and polite to screaming “fucking Neanderthal” and “I’ll talk to whomever I goddamn well please” was the single greatest thing of my entire life. She was hilarious and knew how to lose her fucking mind on stage, what with the pillow-throwing and mimicking (“Alan, heeeelp!”) and rum-bottle-tug-o’-war, and the infamous punching of her fundamentally uncouth husband, Michael. Oh, btw, pretend that Ken Stott is really Jeff Daniels in that above picture and that Ralph Fiennes is actually Dylan Baker…you know, since I saw the American version. But, anyhoodle, Veronica is made of magic and magnificence, and I could probably watch Janet perform in the role every single day for the rest of my natural born life, and never get bored. She’s thatmesmerizing.