Happy birthday to the marvelous Sarah Miles. Ryan’s Daughter, The Man Who Loved Cat Dancing, Blow-Up, Lady Caroline Lamb: the list goes on and on: memorable performances in movies great and awful. However, nothing can top her fabulous Alice de Jange in that nasty little opus from 1987, White Mischief. You would go numb from boredom so easily if it were not for the Divine Sarah, obviously game for anything that was tossed her way.Even fellow kook Geraldine Chaplin fails to entertain in this dreary catalogue of scandals set among a circle of naughty British expats in Kenya on the eve of World War II.
So it’s up to the madcap Miles to salvage this thing, which she does in, saving her greatest moment for the final reel. Here she pays her final grief-soaked respects to the corpse of Charles Dance, who has given an appropriately deadly performance throughout. Rattled with grief, her Alice reaches down to her nether regions and gives them a jolly good tickle, then wipes her fingers across the stiff’s lips, sealing them forever with her very personal, um, glaze. Brava! Where was her Oscar nomination for that one? She was robbed, I tell you. Robbed.
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Her "personal glaze." Now that's a fine euphemism, my friend.
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