Anjelica Huston Defended Roman Polanski, Would Love To Work With Woody Allen Again, And Thinks Oprah Hates Her
Our aging divas all seem to have a similar mentality when it comes to giving magazine interviews these days. Once they’ve gone to the trouble of getting out of bed, thrown on a day wig, toddled downstairs in their housecoat, and had the maid set out the tea service, it’s their job to pour the mother fucking tea. And in an interview with Vulture, Anjelica Huston made an absolute mess of her kitchen table, and herself, by splashing that shit all over the place.
Anjelica’s shit list is longer than Arya Stark’s and she let everyone know about it. She came for Bill Murray, Robert De Niro, Jack Nicholson, a critic who once said she looked like a gnu, Ryan O’Neal, Diane Keaton, and in a roundabout way, Oprah Winfrey. Yet despite her CVS receipt of a list, she left off, and defended, Roman Polanski and Woody Allen. Bill “was a shit” to her because he didn’t invite her to a cast dinner, but the rape of a 13-year-old girl “was de rigueur for most of those guys like Roman who had grown up with the European sensibility”. C’est la vie, I guess.
I am very conflicted about this interview. Anjelica’s no nonsense, nonchalance gives me chills in the best possible way (upon learning that that critic is still alive: “he’s dead as far as I’m concerned”). But she also gives me chills in the worst possible way, like when she defended Roman. Especially considering she was at Jack’s house the night the rape took place, and was subsequently arrested for cocaine possession when the police showed up the next day. Here’s how she “feels” about it.
Well, see, it’s a story that could’ve happened ten years before in England or France or Italy or Spain or Portugal, and no one would’ve heard anything about it. And that’s how these guys enjoy their time. It was a whole playboy movement in France when I was a young girl, 15, 16 years old, doing my first collections. You would go to Régine or Castel in Paris, and the older guys would all hit on you. Any club you cared to mention in Europe. It was de rigueur for most of those guys like Roman who had grown up with the European sensibility.
When asked if she’d ever work with Woody Allen again, she said “yeah, in a second” because “I think that’s after two states investigated him, and neither of them prosecuted him”. It’s no wonder Angelica thinks nothing’s changed since the rise of the #metoo movement. Anjelica doesn’t think men changing their behavior is possible.
And frankly, I think there’s a whole element of guys who will get up to what they want to get up to. I didn’t think Brett Kavanaugh was all that believable. And yet this whole thing continues to be whitewashed and whitewashed and whitewashed. On the other hand, there is a thing called a male imperative, and it is maybe stronger than any #MeToo movement, because it happens at birth.
Oh honey, can we please just go back to talking shit? How about Anjelica analog-subtweeting Diane Keaton whose latest movie is Poms.
Quite honestly, I’m looking for movies that impress me in some way, that aren’t apologetically humble or humiliating like, “Band of cheerleaders gets back together for one last hurrah,” you know. An old-lady cheerleader movie.
Ok, now that’s more like it! How about being convinced that Oprah hates her because she won the Best Supporting Actress Oscar for Prizzi’s Honor (directed by her dad and starring her boyfriend, mind you) the same year Oprah was nominated for The Color Purple. Anjelica says that after that, Oprah never once had her on her show or talked to her.
The only encounter I’ve had with Oprah was when I was at a party for the Academy Awards, a private residence. I was talking to Clint Eastwood, and she literally came between us with her back to me. So all of the sudden I was confronted with the back of Oprah’s head.
The nerve! Anjelica says she knows it was all because she beat her for the Oscar. It couldn’t possibly be that Oprah just wasn’t checking for her. Was this Anjelica’s Notorious LJP moment?
Well, nobody else would dislike me so much as to literally, physically come in between the person I was talking with that way. But I admire Oprah. God knows, she’s made some big steps.
It’s impossible for me to summarize this wild interview sufficiently. You’ll just have to read it yourself if you want to hear her question what De Niro needs Meet The Fockers money for, or her opinion on her dad leaving everything to his maid he was fucking, or “psychopath” Ryan O’Neal finally having the face he deserves.