Many accomplished female actors have appeared in rom-coms. Ordinarily, should they desire to win an Oscar, they have to reach for more serious roles. Diane Keaton, who passed away recently, followed a reverse trajectory and pulled it off with effortless grace. Her debut significant performance was in The Godfather, as dramatic an cinematic masterpiece as ever produced. But that same year, she revisited the character of Linda, the focus of an awkward lead’s admiration, in a film adaptation of the stage play Play It Again, Sam. She regularly juggled serious dramas with romantic comedies during the 1970s, and the comedies that secured her the Oscar for outstanding actress, changing the genre permanently.
The award was for Annie Hall, co-written and directed by Allen, with Keaton as the title character, a component of the couple’s failed relationship. Woody and Diane dated previously prior to filming, and stayed good friends throughout her life; during conversations, Keaton had characterized Annie as a dream iteration of herself, as seen by Allen. It might be simple, then, to believe her portrayal meant being herself. However, her versatility in her acting, contrasting her dramatic part and her comedic collaborations and throughout that very movie, to dismiss her facility with romantic comedy as simply turning on the charm – even if she was, of course, tremendously charming.
Annie Hall notably acted as Allen’s shift between more gag-based broad comedies and a realistic approach. Consequently, it has plenty of gags, fantasy sequences, and a improvised tapestry of a relationship memoir alongside sharp observations into a fated love affair. Likewise, Keaton, oversaw a change in Hollywood love stories, portraying neither the screwball-era speed-talker or the sexy scatterbrain common in the fifties. Instead, she fuses and merges aspects of both to create something entirely new that still reads as oddly contemporary, halting her assertiveness with uncertain moments.
Observe, for instance the scene where Annie and Alvy Singer initially hit it off after a game on the courts, awkwardly exchanging proposals for a car trip (despite the fact that only a single one owns a vehicle). The dialogue is quick, but zig-zags around unpredictably, with Keaton soloing around her own discomfort before ending up stuck of her whimsical line, a phrase that encapsulates her nervous whimsy. The film manifests that sensibility in the next scene, as she engages in casual chat while navigating wildly through Manhattan streets. Afterward, she finds her footing delivering the tune in a cabaret.
These are not instances of the character’s unpredictability. Throughout the movie, there’s a complexity to her light zaniness – her lingering counterculture curiosity to sample narcotics, her fear of crustaceans and arachnids, her refusal to be manipulated by Alvy’s attempts to shape her into someone apparently somber (for him, that implies focused on dying). Initially, the character may look like an odd character to win an Oscar; she’s the romantic lead in a film told from a male perspective, and the central couple’s arc fails to result in sufficient transformation to suit each other. However, she transforms, in ways both observable and unknowable. She just doesn’t become a more suitable partner for her co-star. Numerous follow-up films stole the superficial stuff – anxious quirks, quirky fashions – not fully copying her final autonomy.
Possibly she grew hesitant of that pattern. After her working relationship with Woody finished, she paused her lighthearted roles; the film Baby Boom is essentially her sole entry from the entirety of the 1980s. Yet while she was gone, the character Annie, the character perhaps moreso than the free-form film, served as a blueprint for the category. Actress Meg Ryan, for example, is largely indebted for her comedic roles to Keaton’s ability to play smart and flibbertigibbet simultaneously. This rendered Keaton like a timeless love story icon despite her real roles being more wives (whether happily, as in the movie Father of the Bride, or not as much, as in The First Wives Club) and/or mothers (see The Family Stone or that mother-daughter story) than single gals falling in love. Even in her comeback with Allen, they’re a established married pair united more deeply by humorous investigations – and she fits the character easily, beautifully.
But Keaton did have a further love story triumph in 2003 with that Nancy Meyers movie, as a writer in love with a man who dates younger women (actor Jack Nicholson, naturally). What happened? One more Oscar recognition, and a entire category of romances where older women (often portrayed by famous faces, but still!) reassert their romantic and/or social agency. One factor her loss is so startling is that Diane continued creating these stories as recently as last year, a constant multiplex presence. Today viewers must shift from expecting her roles to grasping the significant effect she was on the rom-com genre as we know it. Should it be difficult to recall contemporary counterparts of such actresses who similarly follow in Keaton’s footsteps, that’s probably because it’s uncommon for an actor of Keaton’s skill to commit herself to a genre that’s often just online content for a recent period.
Consider: there are ten active actresses who have been nominated multiple times. It’s unusual for a single part to originate in a romantic comedy, especially not several, as was the situation with Diane. {Because her
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