In what now seems a lifetime ago, I once had to go through
tens of thousands of feet of 16mm behind-the-scenes footage from the original Star Wars trilogy. Most of this was not shot on the set, but
rather with the effects crew, model and creature shops, and other artists
commonly known as “below the line” but critical to any movie’s success,
especially those. So you rarely saw much
of the cast, but one memorable sequence was Carrie Fisher in her (in)famous
slave bikini outfit from Return of the Jedi (1983, Marquand) sunbathing in the
Arizona desert during a break, side by side with her similarly costumed stunt
double. And it was a jarring moment
because you actually saw her interacting with another woman.
For let’s face it—the original three films are a sausage
fest and Bechdel test nightmare. There
are only 3 female speaking parts in the whole trilogy—the short-lived Aunt
Beru, the blink-and-you-miss her Mon Mothma (recently revived in the terrific
Rogue One), and Princess Leia Organa. So Carrie had to do the heavy-lifting for all 3 films when it came to female
characterization, since she was both love interest and leader of the Rebellion. Powerful, commanding, willing to stand
toe-to-toe with anyone she came up against (Vader, Tarkin, Jabba) but also
kind, caring, and authentic. One of the
highlights of Star Wars: The Force Awakens was seeing her back in action, still
filled with authority and compassion.
The fact that the last two franchise films have had women at the center
of the heroics is due in large part to her influence.
Of course, since then she has also proven herself a witty
writer and raconteur, smart aleck and cinematic sidekick, member of a vibrant-but-troubled
Hollywood dynasty, an object lesson about addiction and an ambassador for
destigmatizing mental health issues. And
she leaves us just a few months after her co-star Kenny Baker (who played
R2-D2) and, tragically, one day before her mother Debbie Reynolds.
Just a month ago, I saw a sneak preview of Bright Lights (2016, Bloom/Stevens), a
documentary about Carrie & Debbie.
It's a marvelous film in how it shows the once tumultuous
mother-daughter relationship that evolved into one of deep love and support, but
leavened with an enormous amount of playful ribbing, snark, and self-deprecation. They had come to terms with the demons
of the past and were both continuing to dive into creative pursuits fueled by wisdom and nostalgia. So
much of their personal bad luck and bad choices were scandal sheet fodder for
so long, that there was little choice but to face the future with bravado and
pluck. The film follows each of them
individually (Debbie rehearsing a one-woman show, Carrie attending a scifi
convention), but the best parts are when they are together. They come off as best of friends and savvy
partners in crime, and it really did seem hard to imagine how one could exist
without the other. Both full of such
indomitable spirit in the film, and both gone much too soon (Carrie at 60,
Debbie at 84).
Another wonderful thing the film highlights is Debbie’s
tireless campaign to save the artifacts of Hollywood history, particularly the
costumes—not just of her films, but of films that predate her and that would
have otherwise been thrown out by studio departments who were, back then, far
less interested in preserving their past than making space for the latest
productions. Pieces that she purportedly
saved over the years (through fundraising and her own backlot connections and initiative)
include Charlie Chaplin’s bowler, Elizabeth Taylor’s Cleopatra headdress,
Marilyn Monroe’s subway grate dress from The Seven Year Itch, and Judy
Garland’s Oz ruby slippers.
One of my favorite songs is “Graceland” by Paul Simon, who
was once married to Carrie, and whose relationship with her is documented in
that song (among many others). It’s a
song about renewal and second chances, and when I drove across country last
year, I listened to the whole Graceland album as I approached Memphis to visit
Elvis’s legendary estate of the same name.
In the song, Simon writes about his ex:
She comes back to tell me she's gone
As if I didn't know that
As if I didn't know my own bed
As if I'd never noticed
The way she brushed her hair from her forehead
And she said losing love
Is like a window in your heart
Everybody sees you're blown apart
Everybody sees the wind blow
As if I didn't know that
As if I didn't know my own bed
As if I'd never noticed
The way she brushed her hair from her forehead
And she said losing love
Is like a window in your heart
Everybody sees you're blown apart
Everybody sees the wind blow
Life is a pilgrimage and we should all be so lucky as to have it
filled with grace (in both the poetic and spiritual dimension). Yoda says to Luke, “Luminous beings are we,
not this crude matter.” 2016 was a rough
year for a lot of people for a lot of reasons.
May the road we take in 2017, portentous clouds notwithstanding, be
filled with the light, courage, good humor and fierce resolve that they both
embodied so well.
Carrie and Kenny share a USPS stamp, essentially, from the
Star Wars issue back in 2007. That is
Scott #4143f . The X-wing fighter is #4143m. The Wizard of Oz stamp is #2445, Judy
Garland #4077, and Yip Harbug #3905.
The music stamp from the American Filmmaking series is #3772d. And Elvis is #5009. Incidentally, the first film poster on a
postcard I ever owned was a gift from my high school girlfriend. It was for Singin’ in the Rain, still one of
my favorite films ever. I’ve included it
here, along with the inscription she wrote on the back, since this whole blog & collection originated, in a sense, with her.
My 10 favorite films featuring Debbie*, Carrie+, or Kenny#.
1. Singin’ in the Rain (1952, Donen/Kelly) *
2. The Empire Strikes Back (1980, Kershner) +#
3. Hannah and Her Sisters (1986, Allen) +
4. Time Bandits (1981, Gilliam) #
5. Kiki’s Delivery Service (1989, Miyazaki) *
6. The Elephant Man (1980, Lynch) #
7. When Harry Met Sally… (1989, Reiner) +
8. Mona Lisa (1986, Jordan) #
9. Star Wars (1977, Lucas) +#
10. The Blues Brothers (1980,
Landis) +