Dee Wallace, then Dee Wallace Stone, clearly needs no introduction -- especially to genre fans --although she always deserves one. From The Howling to Cujo to Critters to dozens upon dozens of film and television roles, Wallace was often a mom and always a joy. Sweet without being saccharine, beautiful while being relatable, Wallace has long excelled in roles that take a great deal of physical and emotional energy but need to look effortless. She's famous and treasured but somehow still underrated. It's easy to love her, but her acting hasn't been celebrated like many male actors who have only a fraction of the range and number of credits she's achieved.
She's just as likable as Tom Hanks, and don't tell me she wouldn't make a stunning Davina S. Pumpkins come Halloween.
E.T. was Patricia Ann Bradley. Patricia is a firm nod to Caril Ann Fugate, who was only 14 years old when she was the girlfriend and accomplice to serial killer Charles Starkweather. Played in flashbacks by Nicola Cliff (Quick nod: She's terrific), Wallace portrays Patricia around the age of 50. She's meek and, by all appearances, under the firm thumb of her cruel mother. Was she just a teenage girl trying to stay alive around a madman, or was she just as bloodthirsty as Johnny Bartlett, the mad killer boyfriend played a little TOO brilliantly by Jake Busey?
I'm about to spoil it, but the fact that we're left unsteady about this for most of the movie is a testament to Wallace's deft reactions, darting, emotional gazes and the fact that Peter Jackson cares at least as much about actors' faces as he does about special effects.
Wallace's easy sell from her turn from cowering victim in a grand old mansion to making out with Busey while sliding around in combat boots with a shotgun can't be overstated. She's having the time of her life with a fully fleshed-out character that a lesser actor could easily be far too hammy with. I can't claim to understand the psychology of someone who would murder people at 15 and nurse a love affair with a killer ghost decades later, but damn if Dee doesn't make it feel authentic. She's both gorgeous and mad. Her love is true, and she's about as cruel and as violent as people get in mainstream spooky movies with goofy gags involving ghosts. The Frighteners is a well-made rollercoaster whose seats are filled with talented, game actors, and Wallace is no exception. While she's technically a supporting actor here, her frantic energy, thirst for blood and weird, misguided sexuality are what truly fuels the final act and makes it so memorable. Seeing her beat and earnestly try to murder fellow '80s icon Michael J. Fox is the kind of cognitive dissonance I deeply enjoy.
I'm making a mental note to rewatch The Frighteners sometime before Scary Movie Month ends.ReplyDelete
Same...haven't seen it since I rented it from the video store some 20 years ago.Delete
That's an excellent article! I'd have to agree with every point made. Dee Wallace's acting in The Frighteners informs one of my favorite third act turns in all of movies, horror or otherwise. When she's sliding through that abandoned church, cocking her flashlight-equipped shotgun and cackling away, greying hair flowing around her, I get giddy with delight. I love watching her in both The Frighteners and The Howling. Man, I live and die through her performance in The Howling. At the outset (SPOILERS) her character is such an unwitting victim, unable to scream to save her own life, much less process the trauma she's endured. By the end she's made the choice to sacrifice her life in an attempt to show the world the truth of its own violent nature, kind of like a lycanthropic Christine Chubbuck. In a way it's hard to believe the same actress has played these different roles.ReplyDelete