The 1982 Oscar race is the first one I can remember. Not only were 3 of the Best Picture nominees
films that I’d seen (a first for my then 12-year-old self), but other films I’d been
allowed to see—Annie, TRON, Poltergeist—were in the running in some of the smaller
categories, too. Only years later would
I catch some of the other highly-acclaimed nominees like Missing, The Verdict, Sophie's Choice or Das Boot.
But that year, it was all about Gandhi and Tootsie and E.T.:
The Extra-Terrestrial, a poster of which hung on my bedroom wall, another first
(previously it had all been sports legends and super heroes but never
movies). These were the 3 top nominated
films—with 11, 10, and 9 nods respectively—and the anticipation was high to see
who would emerge the winner in the end.
But what I do remember about the race in the build-up to the
nominations—and eventually the ceremony itself—was the talk about the
gender-bending that year, for not only was Dustin Hoffman’s masquerade as a
woman in the mix, but so was Julie Andrews (whom I only knew as Mary Poppins
and Maria Von Trapp) as a woman playing a man playing a woman in Victor Victoria and John Lithgow (a supporting actor nominee) as a transsexual in The World According to Garp. In the end,
none of them would win, but it was the first time I remember the Academy Awards
acting as a springboard for conversation that intersected with the cultural
zeitgeist.
Looking back, it seems almost a miracle that a movie almost
exclusively about Muslims, Hindus and the tyranny of white imperialism was even
made, let alone go on to sweep with 8 wins.
But few people talk about Gandhi now, except for the role it played in
catapulting Ben Kingsley (the Best Actor winner) into our consciousness. E.T. is still adored, though Spielberg’s
career has expanded well beyond the summer blockbuster wunderkind which was his
reputation (not without a bit of condescension) 35 years ago.
But Tootsie has taken on a new, burnished reputation as one
of the Great American Comedies, even elevated to #2 of all-time by the American
Film Institute in 2002 (behind only Some Like It Hot, another
guys-in-gals-clothing romp). But to
these eyes, time has not been kind to Sydney Pollack’s film and while it still
has some very funny moments, it’s not without the acrid aftertaste of its
regressive, even toxic, views on sex and gender. This is especially true when compared to
Blake Edwards’s Victor Victoria, which is just as funny but also far more
compassionate, generous, and forward-thinking.
Tootsie is about Michael Dorsey, a New York actor who’s
earned a well-deserved reputation as a prima donna, but whose vanity is rooted
in his adherence to the “craft” of acting, which he uses as an excuse to be
insulting, unyielding, and a royal pain-in-the-ass. This renders him unemployable and the only
way he can get a job is to impersonate a woman at an audition, which lands
him a gig on a daytime soap opera, Southwest General.
Victoria Grant is also hard on her luck. A classically-trained singer in 1930s Paris,
she is destitute and desperate and can only find work by taking on the guise of
Count Victor Grazinski, a gay Polish aristocrat and female impersonator. In both films, the only other people complicit in these actors’ secrets are their roommates (Bill Murray and Oscar-nominee Robert
Preston, respectively). And both find
their love lives and worldviews altered from the experience.
Tootsie is on the surface an exercise in empathy. Michael has to experience firsthand the
indignities of harassment at work, the condescension of the piggish male
director (Dabney Coleman), the misogyny of playing roles that only perpetuate
stereotypes, and the countless everyday challenges (hailing a cab, buying endless
accessories) that women face. In this
sense, the film actually works fairly well.
The problem is the film isn’t satisfied with him as a low-level actress
who gets to walk a mile in another’s high heels. For the movie’s purposes, “Dorothy Michaels” has
to become a feminist icon. She talks
back to the director, changes her lines on the show without permission, and is
never really reprimanded or punished like any woman would be in such a sexist
environment. Instead, she’s indulged and
rewarded, with a fervid fan base and photo shoots for the covers of Woman’s Day
and Ms. It’s a fantasy of male
privilege—a world where the women are brow-beaten or complacent and where it
takes a guy to come to the rescue and role model real feminism, even if he has to
dress up as a gal to do it.
What’s worse is that there’s no evidence that Michael has
learned anything from his parallel life to inform his “real” one. His treatment of his friend and pseudo-lover
Sandy (a delightful, Oscar-nominated Teri Garr) is atrocious, he makes sexual
advances to his co-worker Julie (Supporting Actress winner Jessica Lange) as
both a man and a woman, and when he finally “outs” himself as a dude, he still
feels entitled to approach Julie on the pretense that they were “good friends”
the entire time she was confiding in him while he was lying to her. And she falls for it! Another male privilege fantasy. While perhaps slightly more enlightened when
wearing a girdle, Michael hasn’t really changed. He still gets his way through coercion and
egoism but we’re supposed to believe that he’ll somehow be different than Julie’s
malignant previous boyfriend. Lange’s
portrayal only scratches the surface of how damaged Julie is, but she’s clearly
co-dependent and he’s a narcissist who, lip service aside, is still lacking in
any real self-awareness.
Victor Victoria, on the other hand, is about real female
empowerment, as Victoria becomes aware of the choices and privileges she gets
as a “man” that she wasn’t even aware of previously. But more than that, the film embraces sexual
identity and the variety of ways it expresses itself. Sex (the act) is only seen in relationship to
power in Tootsie. But the complexity of
desire and the fluidity of attraction is explored in smart, sophisticated ways
in VV. This is particularly true with
the character of King Marchand (James Garner). He’s initially attracted to Victoria before he
discovers that “she” is a drag act. But
even then, his curiosity is piqued—as well as his suspicions—and they are all
tied to what he as a man is traditionally drawn to. After Victor's debut, King confronts "him" backstage.
King: I find it hard to believe that you’re a man.Victor: Because you find me attractive as a woman?K: Yes, as a matter of fact.V: It happens frequently.K: Not to me.V: It proves the old adage, “There's a first time for everything.”K: I don’t think so.V: But you’re not 100% sure.K: Practically.V: But to a man like you, someone who believes he could never under any circumstances find another man attractive, the margin between “practically” and “for sure” is as wide as the Grand Canyon.K: If you were a man, I’d knock your block off.V: Then prove that you’re a man.K: That’s a woman’s argument.V: Your problem, Mr. Marchand, is that you’re preoccupied with stereotypes. I think it’s as simple as you’re one kind of man. I’m another.K: And what kind are you?V: One that doesn’t have to prove it—to myself or anyone.
Later, after he learns her secret and they spend the night
together, King wants her to quit the show and revert back to being Victoria. But she refuses, noting the hypocrisy of
asking her to do something he would never consider doing himself. She recognizes the power, and freedom, that has come with her new standing and is loathe to lose it. The two then begin to see each other
romantically, but since “Victor” must continue to maintain his public identity,
King is put in the position of being perceived as gay, even though he knows
he’s not. In Tootsie, there are several
scenes that are played for comic effect about characters being mistaken for
being gay, but it never extends beyond a joke.
But VV mines this landscape for larger truths about homosexuality and society’s
scrutiny, personal worth vs public perception, and ultimately accepting
yourself with or without others’ validation.
So many of the supporting characters feed and reflect this
theme in different ways. King’s moll
Norma (hilarious, Oscar-nominated Lesley Ann Warren) can’t decide whether to be
jealous or not as Victor slowly insinuates himself into King’s orbit. King’s bodyguard Squash (Alex Karras) comes
out to his boss as gay after he mistakes his boss for also swinging that way—a
genuinely touching moment layered under a light comic affect. And then there’s Robert Preston’s Toddy. I certainly can’t begrudge Louis Gossett
Jr.’s Supporting Actor victory that year for An Officer and a Gentleman (the
first person of color to win that award).
But Preston’s performance is one of the finest in any musical ever—a
queen who’s funny, catty, nosy, flirtatious, but also has the biggest heart in
the film. He’s sublime. Of course up to this point, nobody had ever
won an Oscar for playing a gay character (the first would be William Hurt in
Kiss of the Spider Woman three years later) and it’s impossible to say if
Hollywood’s old-school homophobia played a part in Preston losing, but it
certainly wouldn’t surprise me. This was
his only nomination (incredibly, he was overlooked for The Music Man 20 years
earlier), and he’s perfect.
Then again, it’s hard to think of a mainstream film from the
80s that’s as gay-friendly as Victor Victoria.
Maybe having it set as a European period piece, and a musical no less,
helped. But it features a wide variety
of queer characters as part of the natural fabric of the cabaret scene (and beyond)
and even has a remarkable musical number that explicitly references the duality
of masculine and feminine in everyone.
The fact that the central romance is hetero doesn’t relegate the LGBT
themes to the margins. They’re still unquestionably
front and center and make the movie feel, even a third of a century later, very
modern. By contrast, there isn’t a
single gay character in Tootsie’s NY acting community that we see. The closest concession we get is a brief
cameo by Andy Warhol.
Victor Victoria plays broader and indulges in familiar
tropes of farce (especially with Edwards’s impeccable ballet of characters
hiding in closets and on balconies), but it’s also far more real and human in
the long run. Tootsie has some
undeniably funny moments, but it’s all in the service of reinforcing narrow
sexual roles and having things revert back to comfortable normalcy. Whatever happens to Sandy, who gets such
short shrift? That the movie forgets her
(the most complex and believable woman in the film) says everything about the
narrative’s priorities. Lange may have
won the Oscar, but Garr’s Sandy is the conscience of the film and gets
steamrolled for her efforts. In fact,
all of the Grrl Power moments are via Hoffman and the film seems to delight In
how fickle or hypocritical its female characters are. It’s at its core a surprisingly mean movie, while VV is an
open-hearted, nonjudgmental one.
Blake Edwards holds two unique records in Oscar history. No director has had his films earn as many
nominations (33 total) without ever earning a Best Director nod himself. His only career nomination was for VV’s
screenplay, and while he did lose (to Missing), he would earn an Honorary Oscar
from the Academy before passing away in 2010.
The other Oscar record is that no director’s films earned more nominations for
Best Song than his: 8 total, all with the assistance of Henry Mancini, his
longtime collaborator. Mancini won 4
Oscars, all for Edwards movies—2 for Best Score (Breakfast at Tiffany’s and VV)
and 2 for Best Song (“Moon River” from Breakfast and the title tune from The
Days of Wine and Roses).
Sydney Pollack lost Best Director that year to Richard Attenborough, but would go on
to win it three years later for Out of Africa.
Still, the best thing about Tootsie is his acting, as Michael’s long-suffering
agent, George. He’s amazing and
incredibly funny and if I had to choose Pollack’s filmography as director or as
actor (which includes fantastic turns in Michael Clayton, Eyes Wide Shut, and
Husbands and Wives), I would pick the latter.
His one scene in Death Becomes Her is a masterclass in comedy and
funnier than the rest of the movie combined.
He died in 2008.
Some other trivia odds & ends about the 1982 Oscars:
·
Jessica Lange became the second person in
history to receive a Lead and Supporting nomination in the same year for
different films (the first being Fay Bainter over 40 years earlier). She was up for the lead in Frances and this
double-whammy no doubt had some bearing on her winning for Tootsie, the only
Oscar that film would get.
·
Charles Durning, who played Jessica Lange’s dad
(and Dorothy Michaels’s suitor) in Tootsie was also nominated for Best
Supporting Actor that year, but for The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas, a
title which included a word that went over my head in 6th grade.
·
This year’s sequel to Blade Runner reminds us
that Ridley Scott's original quite famously lost both of its nominations back in 1982,
most notoriously for Visual Effects to E.T. (for more thoughts on the Spielberg film, check out my blog post here).
·
In 1982, Das Boot became the first foreign
language film to earn six Oscar nominations, and its director Wolfgang Petersen still holds an Academy record himself: Director whose films have earned the most
nominations (15 total) without winning anything at all.
·
Mickey Rooney received an Honorary Oscar at that
year’s ceremony, making him the only person in Academy history to win both a
Juvenile Oscar (a miniature statuette they gave to young performers for a short
time) and a full-size one.
Since this blog also covers postage stamps in the movies,
both Tootsie and Victor Victoria have items worth mentioning. Southwest General’s producer (Doris Belack) says that the
show is getting 2000 letters a week thanks to Dorothy (whose character's name is Emily Kimberly), and we see a shot of
some of these letters, which feature real-life stamps including the floral
Love stamp (Scott #1951) and the fire pumper stamp (#1908), both issued in
1981. As for VV, there are no stamps
visible, but the Parisian set was built on a soundstage, including this
storefront for “Timbres Poste” (French for postage stamps).
As for the cards from my collection, the Henry Manicini
stamp (which includes Victor Victoria in the titles listed, if you look close
enough) is Scott #3839. Audrey Hepburn
is #3786 while the two Tiffany stamps are #3757 and #4165. The Han Solo stamp is #4143l and while
Tootsie wasn’t nominated for Best Makeup (only the second year of that category’s
existence), I did include a Makeup stamp (#3772e) from the American Filmmaking
series. The "Things to Come" stamp is from
the UK, released as part of a science fiction set in 1995.
4 comments:
Victor/Victoria is a true timeless classic. The laughs are plentiful, and it makes you think without even realizing it. Lightning in a bottle.
At the time of both films release I enjoyed both, but as time passed I found that V/V was the one I'm always ready to re-watch, while Tootsie has become more of a chore.
I agree with your interesting perspective on Pollack and his acting credits.
Whoa! I didn't realize Blake Edwards' films received 33 Oscar nods. That's amazing!
You make good points about these films, and how ground-breaking they were in the 1980s. It's been a long time since I've seen "Tootsie" – I don't remember much about it – so I'll give that another look with your thoughtful points in mind.
Also, interesting info on the stamps! :)
Been a while since I watched Victor/Victoria, although it is one of the few musicals I genuinely like. I saw Tootsie only once. It was good, but I never have seen it since it came to cable that year. Both movies are good. I'm not sure if I can even remember seeing gandhi, although I probably did. Nice read.
I love this topic and you do it great justice! I hadn't thought about 1982 as the gender-bending year it was in....well, pretty much never. I adore Victor Victoria for the reasons you mention, but I must revisit Tootsie. I loved it when I saw it eons ago and, honestly, don't remember it being so not PC. That said, the fact that I am desensitized to some of this from watching so many older movies that are usually not PC, may play a role in my response to Tootsie.
Anyway, this was fun to read. Thanks so much for contributing it to the blogathon.
Aurora
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