JudyDVD - 2019
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Nominated Lead Actress, Renee Zellweger (winner); Best Makeup and Hairstyling
Outstanding Leading Female Actor, Renee Zellwiger
Nominated Best Actress, Renée Zellweger (winner)
From the critics
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You have kids, Mickey?
-Uh, no. No, I don't.
Hmm. Well, you shouldn't. It's like living with your heart on the outside of your body. Find a hobby or something, like canasta or birdwatching.
-Well, I play piano, actually.
Oh, you do?
- Yeah. You play anything or you just sing?
My entire childhood I must've slept five hours total. It's a wonder I learned to use cutlery, let alone play the violin.
Oh, MGM put out all these stories about how I ate pizza like any other girl. They didn't let me have any pizza at all. Every lunchtime for a year, they had me eating Louis B. Mayer's chicken soup till I was thin enough to play Dorothy.
This next one, it isn't a song about getting anywhere. It's about... walking toward somewhere that you've dreamed of. And maybe, maybe the walk... is every day of your life. And the walking has to be enough. It's about hope. And we all need that.
I did 18 hours yesterday. I mean, I couldn't hardly remember my own name.
-Your name is Frances Gumm. You're a fat-ankled, snag-toothed rube from Grand Rapids. Your father was a faggot, and your mother only cares
about what I think of you. Now, do you remember who you are, Judy?
-I'm sorry if I slowed things down a little.
We like you loyal. You're the best friend. The girl next door. You're faithful.
- I'm sorry.
You sing from the heart, Judy. You know where the heart is?
Two years ago. Tried to kill myself.
-That won't have helped your voice.
Hmm. Hepatitis as well.
-Look, do you take anything for depression?
Four husbands. Didn't work.
-I'd say you're underweight.
Well, you're flirting with me now.
We can't have the world's greatest entertainer out here without a drink.
-Frank Sinatra's here?
Frank is great, but he is no Judy Garland. I bet it kills him.
The opening spiel, P1 of 3:
What do you see beyond this wall? Picture it. You've got an imagination. Go ahead. What I see is a small town in the Midwest. Handful of churches.
Some places for the farmers to get drunk together. Maybe a salon for their wives to do their hair on the holidays. I visit these places. These are the people who send us our profits, who send us your wages. I make movies, Judy, but it's your job to give those people dreams. The economy's in the gutter, and they pay for you. And I'll tell you something else. In every one of those towns, believe me, there's a girl who's prettier than you. Maybe their nose is a little thinner at the bridge. They have better teeth than you. Or they're taller or they're slimmer. Only, you have something none of those pretty girls can ever have. You know what that is?
The opening spiel, P2 of 3:
You have that voice. It'll maybe take you to Oz, someplace none of those pretty girls can ever go. Still, I'm told you're unhappy.
-Well, no, sir, not unhappy. I'd just maybe like a little more time.
Time? For what?
-I don't know. Maybe to go to the pictures like those other girls do.
The thing is, those other girls will grow up to be cashiers and farmers' wives and elementary school teachers. And they'll see their skins roughed up through housework. Is that what you want, Judy? To be just a housewife? To be just a mother?
The opening spiel, P3 of 3:
Out there, you'd have to put away that voice of yours. Forget it exists. But here, with us, with your family, that voice will make you a million dollars before you're 20. Those average kids, they're all loved, in their way. I can see how you may be drawn to it, from time to time. Their small lives. Not too dangerous. Not too exciting. They're where they belong. And maybe you feel like you're like them. But really, you're not. You live in another world entirely. They just look like you. But if you truly wanna go join them, it's your decision. We'll shake hands and you can walk through our gates. I guarantee it's all there, the rest of America, just waiting to swallow you up and forget all about you. Like a raindrop falling into the Pacific.
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