89. I will never stop loving Clue-even if I end up spending my remaining years of cinematic existance only going to Oscar nominees and obscure, critically-adored foreign flicks, I will always have that spot in my heart for Clue, the film that I discovered just before I dived into the classics (I saw A Streetcar Named Desire and Clue in the same year-both would have an amazing effect on my future viewing habits).That said, how can you beat Mrs. Peacock in this movie? There are no layers here, like the bulk of the actors we've looked at-just a boozy senator's wife who is caught in the middle of a country weekend hell. Brennan relishes the spotlight, puffing away at her cigarettes, screaming every chance she can, spitting out dialogue like she's chewing Skoal. Just peer at her-the ostrich feathers, the look of disdain; Brennan is one of the most underused and underappreciated comediennes out there.
A film festival for me would be to watch Clue three times, but I suppose you might want something more. I don't have a lot to offer in the way of Brennan, as I haven't seen everything (maybe I should have the film festival). Potentially score Clue with her early bit parts in awards magnets The Sting or The Last Picture Show? Or perhaps check out Brennan's own awards bonanza, Private Benjamin, the only Oscar nomination she ever received.
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