Word: mckellen
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...have worried that her all too public travails would prevent her from ever securing another date. Last week alone she accompanied two very different men to two very high-profile functions. While attending a post-Oscar party with lawyer Jonathan Marshall, Lewinsky met Best Actor nominee SIR IAN MCKELLEN...
...luck would have it, both were imminently returning to London--Lewinsky to continue her book tour, McKellen to attend the British premiere of his film Gods and Monsters. When he found himself dateless, McKellen decided to ask Washington's most famous consort. "She was coming to London," said the ever chivalrous knight, "and I thought, 'We want to give her a good welcome...
...Primal Fear) to dancingpreppie (Everyone Says I Love You) to thesemi-reformed white supremacist of the year'sAmerican History X. Though the performancewas intense and thrilling, the Academy probablystill feels that Norton is a bit too green for anOscar. Not to worry. He'll be back before you knowit.Ian McKellen, Gods and Monsters: Sir Iancomes from a prestigious tradition of Londontheater and film, and has firmly establishedhimself Stateside as one of the top Shakespeareanactors--a master of his craft. His performance inGods and Monsters, as the aging, gayfilmmaker James Whale, was superb. But like Nolte,he may suffer...
...SHOULD WIN: More ambiguity here.Okay, not Hanks--he's done better. NotBenigni--too one-note. Probably not Norton,because his role did not require the subtlety andsophistication of Nolte's and McKellen's. Butbetween these two? It's a tossup. The performancesare so different and so good that it's almostimpossible to say, but if pressed, I'll nameNolte. He's been working too long and hard withoutample recognition; at least McKellen's a knight
...conclusion of the film, the audience mourns for Whale because McKellen and this film have made out of the man--aging, bitter, out of favor with Hollywood--an endearing figure. Stepping outside of the theater, though, one cannot help but mourn for the real James Whale, for the days when a director could make a movie out of a Mary Shelley novel--not for the prestige granted to recent film adaptations of Henry James, but for the quality of a swift story, of one that engages intellectually, emotionally and viscerally. And for the spectacle of a monster given life...