#rosalyn valiant

[beezonia]

Was thinking about Momworth again so take my interpretation

Meet Rosalyn Valiant (I took the second name from Eddie Valiant from who framed roger rabbit)

she’s about 22 I’m thinking when we first meet her then 24/5 when she dies potentially

Yeah I gave her Mile’s v shaped bangs because why the fuck not (design is prone to change)

A prosecutor who had a long standing rivalry with her law school “friend” (they were more like acquaintances who met a few times) Gregory

Rosalynn is her agencies sweetheart, she grabs you coffee when you’re low on energy, she’ll tell you shitty jokes if you’re sad

But she’s prone to be extremely blunt and tends to make very rash decisions at times (causing a lot of her old friends to leave her)

but she and gregory reconnect after they were against each other for a case that includes a mutual law school friend who’s accused of murder or something

they fall in love very slowly (Both of them are kinda reluctant) but it happens anyway and they do end up married at some point

that’s all I’ve got rn

For her design I wanted it to be simple because Ros isn’t the type to dress up at all, so simple outfits with small patterns!

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I gave in…

[itsmalachitenow]

Fire and Ice; a Stan x Rosalyn Fic

Dark skies. Pouring rain. A cold, howling wind that bent the trees and scattered debris.

This was the setting of the Great Hero Rosalyn’s latest battle: A violent, valiant attempt against corruption, ultimately cumulating in the triumph of justice itself. The ghosts terrorizing Tenel had been slain, the route to Madril was out of harm’s way, and the day was saved.

This was a terrible idea.

Rosalyn staggered along the side of the road. A string of battles like this would’ve been hard enough on her body under normal circumstances. But with the storm going on around her, not even her umbrella was protection enough against the elements. Her breathing was labored, her tread was slow, and her eyes were squinted against the rain.

The others had warned her about going out in weather like this. She, on the other hand, boasted that justice did not stop just because the weather was bad. “A Great Hero must fight evil, rain or shine! Besides, it’s not even that bad out there. Just a drizzle, really!”

Now, with a fever burning in her skull and her clothes plastered to her body with rain and sweat, the Great Hero was beginning to regret her bravado. But it would be fine; just a little farther back to Tenel, and she could rest. Everything was going to be-

“Augh!”

She tripped over her own feet and stumbled, hitting the ground hard. Her parasol landed beside her in the mud. She tried to stand, and found she didn’t have the strength to. I might be in real trouble here, thought Rosalyn, but the thought was distant and echoing, like the last splash a skipped rock makes against the water as it sinks. And she was sinking now; as the hero stared dully at the gray skies above, she felt the mud pulling her further down.

Or, maybe it was just the fever making her see things. She didn’t know. It didn’t seem that important. All that Rosalyn wanted to do now was close her eyes for a little while. Surely that would help—yes, she could rest here and make the rest of the trip as soon as she was feeling better. With any luck, the rain will have stopped by then.

Just for a little while. Let me rest.

She closed her eyes…

“…syn…”

Off in the distance, someone was calling.

“….salyn…!”

The Great Hero made a face. She didn’t like this voice, though at the moment, she couldn’t quite remember why.

“Rosalyn!”

“Ugh…” She grumbled, letting her eyes squint open. A pair of black pants and dark boots was standing in front of her. Before she could get a better look, she was being scooped up into a pair of strong arms. Her eyes shot open and she began to struggle. “Hey--!”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake! Hold still, you cow! It’s hard enough trying to get you out of that mud as is!” The Great Evil King Stanley Hihat Trinidad XIV was scowling at her. Now she remembered why she disliked this voice so much.

“Put me down,” she mumbled, attempting to shove at him. But he just tightened his grip and began walking towards Tenel.

“Be quiet. It looks like you have a fat head as well as thighs, deciding to go out and fight in this storm. What the hell were you thinking?”

“…was doing my job,” was all Rosalyn could manage. She glared weakly up at the Evil King carrying her. “At least I can think things through…cheap parlor trick…”

“For once in your life, will you shut up?” growled Stan. “Here I am, risking my evil reputation to save your puny life, and all you do is try to fight me!”

“…pffff…” Even in her fevered state, Rosalyn let out a faint, breathy laugh. “…what reputation?”

“Well, at least we know you’re not dying. You can still kill a joke just by telling it.” Stan kicked a rock in the road and continued his stride. “Just…close your eyes. Try to rest. I know it’s hard for you to process anything that isn’t your next meal, but try.”

“Fuck you, too.” Rosalyn did close her eyes, but not because Stan was telling her to. The Evil King’s arms were warmer than the mud, and the exhaustion of a day of fighting was getting its second wind in the battle against her consciousness.

She drifted off to sleep.

--

SNORT.

Rosalyn jolted awake in a cold sweat, looking around wildly for the noise. She was in a bed, with the covers pulled over her and the damp cloth on her forehead hitting the ground with a thwap.

…and there beside her was Stan, slumped in a chair and snoring away.

She stared at the sleeping Great Evil King; even in her fevered state, she could see a trail of drool sliding down his cheek.

“Charming,” she muttered.

“Bwah!” Now it was Stan’s turn to jerk awake, nearly falling out of the chair. His eyes were wide as he spoke. “What happened? Is she dead? I…”

But as they fell on Rosalyn, they narrowed. “…oh. You’re awake.”

“What’s going on?” demanded the hero. “Where am I? And where are…” Rosalyn blinked, a thought occurring to her. She slid back the covers and her fears were confirmed. “Where are my clothes?!”

It wasn’t like she was naked; she had a large black shirt on, and a pair of boxer shorts. But she hadn’t undressed herself—someone had stripped her down and washed the mud away. Rosalyn pulled the blanket up to her chest, wide-eyed and furious. “You—you fiend! How dare you undress a lady when she’s uncon-”

“Oh, please.” Stan straightened himself up. If she wasn’t mistaken, he looked almost offended. “As if I’d stoop so low! We’re in Ari’s house—his mother and sister scrubbed you down and got you into some clean clothes.”

The hero was taken aback. A second glance around the room confirmed that yes, this was Ari’s house. His bedroom, in fact. “…oh…but…these are way too big for Ari. Even his dad wouldn’t fit in a shirt this big. Whose clothes are these?”

Stan’s ears flattened, and he looked off to the side. “…they’re mine.”

“Oh.” Rosalyn was flustered. What were you supposed to say when you were lying in bed sick, dressed in the clothes of your most hated rival?

It seemed she wasn’t the only one feeling awkward; Stan cleared his throat and stood from his chair. “I should go.”

“Hold on.” The outburst of energy she had was draining rapidly—she could feel the fever settling back over her. But there was something she had to know before Stan left. “…why did you save me?”

“What?” Stan looked at her like she had sprouted wings. “You’re delirious, woman. You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Yes I do.” Even propped against her pillows, Rosalyn managed to glower at him. “That’s what you did. You said so yourself earlier—you were risking your reputation to get me home alive. Why?”

Stan opened his mouth to answer her. Then he closed it again. It went on like that for a few seconds—open, close, open, close, gesture wildly, like he couldn’t find the right words to say. To Rosalyn, he almost looked like one of the puppets the travelling entertainers used in their shows whenever they came to Madril.

Finally, the Great Evil King’s expression settled into a scowl. “…are you serious?” He turned his head away from her, crossing his arms. “You could have died out there. Not even in a proper fight, but to some stupid storm.”

Stan looked at her from the corner of his eye, and his voice dropped to a murmur. “…and then where would I be?”

“What?” Now it was Rosalyn’s turn to look shocked.

Her response only seemed to infuriate him. He rounded on her, eyes blazing. “You’re mine! You’re my rival! Nobody else is allowed to kill you but me, Rosalyn! Not a storm, not ghosts, not Beiloune, not ANYBODY!”

Stan was panting. “…and I’m not about to let them. Not now. Not ever. …that’s ‘what.’” His expression was a mixture of anger and…something she couldn’t place. Pain? Jealousy? Worry?

Was the Great Evil King worried about her?

Was she hallucinating? Was the fever still making her see things? Rosalyn couldn’t seem to form a response. The heat of the sickness was making it hard to move or think. “…I…”

Stan rubbed his forehead, letting out a frustrated growl. “Ugh. I need to leave—Ari’s mother will be thrilled that you aren’t dead, and she can bring you something to eat.” He strode towards the door.

“…wait.”

The Great Evil King, who had never before heeded the loudest of yells and pleas for mercy, was stopped in his tracks by the weakest of whispers.

“…don’t go…”

He turned back to the bed. Rosalyn stared through half-lidded eyes, her trembling hand outstretched for him. “…don’t go. I don’t…want to be alone.”

For a moment, Stan did nothing. Then, the floorboards creaking under his boots, he walked back over to the bedside and sat down. Her hand shot out and grabbed clumsily for his. He let her take it, eyes widening in surprise as she gripped it.

“I hate this,” she muttered. “The one person nearby, and it’s the one I swore to kill someday.”

“Frigid as usual.” Stan got a smirk, his large hand closing around hers and stroking it with his thumb. “How can someone so cold have hands this warm?”

“Heh. Maybe it’s the fever, genius.” Rosalyn got a dry grin, before sneezing heavily and covering her mouth with her other hand.

“Ugh.” Stan wrinkled his nose. “That’s just disgusting. You’d better be grateful I pulled you out of that mud.”

She laughed again, softer this time. Her eyes slid closed and she breathed out a sigh. “…my hero.”

The pair of them stayed that way for a while; Rosalyn slowly falling back into slumber, and Stan at her side, holding her hand as she drifted.

When she was finally resting easy, Stan let go of her hand. He could leave now; she would be asleep for a few hours, at the very least. Yet, he found himself sitting there and continuing to watch her. The way her chest rose and fell with her breathing, the way her eyes moved beneath their eyelids…

Not really knowing why, he reached over and brushed a strand of wet hair out of Rosalyn’s face with his thumb. This was all new territory for him. Really, if it were anyone else, he would have been irritated.

…but, it was strange. With her, he didn’t mind at all.

[ladyherenya]

Books read in January

A couple of times this month a book I wanted was on the shelves at my local library. I didn’t have to put a hold on it, I could just go and find it on the shelf myself. Something I used to do all the time and rarely do these days. I usually just visit the library to return things and collect my holds.

This was a month of: books which I liked but might have loved had they been different; books I’d like more if I were twelve; and books I found really engrossing in spite of elements that aren’t my cup of tea; plus audiobooks chosen because they were available and the ones I had on hold were not.

Reread: The Gate of Ivory by Doris Egan, Troubled Waters and Royal Airs by Sharon Shinn.

Still reading: Witches Abroad by Terry Pratchett.

Next up: Skyward by Brandon Sanderson.

(Longer reviews and ratings are on LibraryThing. And also Dreamwidth.)

The Death of the Necromancer by Martha Wells (narrated by Derek Perkins): A complicated and compelling mystery, with characters who try to conceal just how deeply they care about justice and each other. Nicholas Valiarde wants revenge on the man responsible for orchestrating the wrongful arrest and execution of Nicholas’s foster-father on charges of necromancy. But, with the final goal in sight, he and his team uncover disturbing evidence that someone in the city is practising necromancy. I took a long time to feel properly invested and I was a bit disappointed that there wasn’t more focus on the characters’ emotions (so much potential!) But this still is an excellent story.

The Slightly Alarming Tale of the Whispering Wars by Jaclyn Moriarty: The companion to The Extremely Inconvenient Adventures of Bronte Mettlestone. In Spindrift, there’s a rivalry between the children from the orphanage and from the boarding school. But when their town becomes the frontlines of the Whispering Wars, they have to set their private war aside and work together. I spent half the book thinking I would enjoy it much more if I were 12, or at least if I remembered The Extremely Inconvenient Adventures in greater detail. But I warmed to the characters, and Moriarty has a satisfying way of making minor details turn out to be unexpectedly important. Also, there are dragons.

Tales from the Inner City by Shaun Tan: This is about interactions between animals and people in a city landscape. Each story focuses on a different animal and is accompanied by gorgeous full-page illustrations. The stories are fantastical and poignant -- strange, surreal, sometimes uncomfortable, sometimes melancholy and sometimes hopeful. There was something I liked about nearly all of these tales, even the ones which were a bit too bleak. I loved the illustrations, or I was intrigued by the ideas, or I thought the message was an important one to make so powerfully. I also appreciated the variety of this collection. Memorable and recommended.

A Room With a View by E.M. Forster (narrated by Steven Crossley): Lucy Honeychurch and her cousin Charlotte are visiting Florence when they meet Mr Emerson and his son. Later in England, when they encounter the Emersons again, they both have private reasons for wanting to avoid them. I was delighted by much of this; it is astutely observant and gently humorous. Much ado is made over a kiss, which is baffling from a modern perspective, but reflects attitudes common at the time and Forster is intentionally showing that his characters are being a bit ridiculous. I would be even more enthusiastic if the final chapters had not diminished Lucy’s agency.

Transcription by Kate Atkinson: In 1940, eighteen year old Juliet Armstrong is working for MI5. Ten years later she is working for the BBC when she confronted with reminders of the past. This is an interesting portrayal of wartime, and post-wartime, experiences which builds into a tense mystery. I liked the prose, and Juliet’s observations, and the way references to Shakespeare, to music, and to the films Juliet sees, are incorporated. But I didn’t quite like how it all ends -- I found it oddly unsatisfying, for all the puzzle pieces fit together cleverly. Maybe it’s just that espionage thrillers are not for me?

The Star of the Deltora Quartet by Emily Rodda: Britta is travelling with her rivals for the Trader Rosalyn Apprenticeship. These books definitely fall into the category of books I’d like more if I were twelve or so, but they are eventful and quick to read. Rodda’s landscapes are full of dangers and her cultures are distinct and unusual, even if they lack nuance and complexity. Britta’s trading in Two Moons and The Towers of Illica does not have the results she had planned, but she discovers unexpected treasure, friendship and information about her father’s past. I wasn’t expecting to be quite so interested in where her journey takes her next.

I was expecting there to be some sort of twist in The Hungry Isle but was still surprised by what those twists were. I wish there had been a stronger explanation for why something wasn’t revealed earlier -- the way it unfolded made sense, but it pushed Britta into a less active role, which is an odd choice for a protagonist as a story approaches its final climax. Nevertheless, it was a satisfying ending.

Jeweled Fire by Sharon Shinn: Princess Corene defies her father and secretly accepts an invitation to visit Malinqua. The empress is looking for prospective brides for her nephews, and Corene is looking for a place where she can belong. To her surprise, she discovers friendships and uncovers murder. I really enjoyed this. There’s mystery and danger and a gentle romance -- Shinn is good at relationships between people who like to talk to each other. I now understand why Corene can be difficult, and I enjoyed watching her grow. And I was pleased to discover that the secondary POV character (a spy) stars in the sequel.

Unquiet Land by Sharon Shinn:  Leah returns to Welce after five years in Malinqua as a spy and sets up a shop in the capital where she will meet foreign visitors. This is darker, more tense -- and a bit more problematic -- than the previous books. Yet it’s my favourite. I liked Leah, with her complicated emotions about returning home and about motherhood, and her cautious romance. This is a largely positive story about being part of a family and working out your place in the world. Leah finds herself surrounded by people who are friendly and supportive; they don’t judge her for having run away.  

Valiant: A Modern Tale of Faerie by Holly Black (narrated by Renée Raudman): Val, feeling betrayed by the people she loves, misses the last train home and falls in with a group of teenagers who live in New York’s subway tunnels and run errands for faeries. This is little darker and grittier than I’d prefer, and I had to skip over some descriptions around taking drugs. But I was surprised by how much I wanted to keep reading! I cared about Val. I liked Black’s prose, the hints of Beauty and the Beast and the way friendships are important. I appreciated that this doesn’t glamourise running away from home or addiction.

The Castle in the Attic by Elizabeth Winthrop (narrated by the author and a full cast): Ten year old William is given a model castle with a silver knight as a goodbye present from his nanny-housekeeper. When he finds out about the enchantment on the silver knight, he comes up with a plan to stop Mrs Phillips from leaving. I can see how this story would appeal to a kid. But I’m not one anymore and if I’m reading about characters who are much younger than me, I want more humour, quirkiness and vivid scenery. This fantasy world is fairly straightforward. There’s nothing wrong with that, it’s just not what I was looking for.

99 Percent Mine by Sally Thorne: I wasn’t sure if I was going to like Darcy Barrett, tough and possessive, who is working on a renovation with her brother’s childhood best friend, Tom Valeska. What hooked me was Darcy’s complicated relationships (with being a twin, with romance and with her childhood nickname, “Princess”), the intensity of her loneliness and her longing, and the way she cares about Tom. There are some things I thought were glossed over or resolved too easily and a few details which prevented me from liking this story more. But I enjoyed reading this.

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This ref was a breeze to finish heres info about this boss lady under the cut: Name: Captain Scarlet (real name: Ruby Darrel) Species: Kahunore Age: 26-27 Birthday: June 25 Affiliations: The Watchers Occupation: The current Watcher leader (3rd generation) Family: Her mother the former captain before her (Captain Madder/Rosalyn Darrel), her deadbeat dad D whom she has not spoken in years, has a little sister named Chloe. She had a little brother named Adrian but lost him to kidnappers when she is 15. She also has an uncle on her mother's side too. First Appearance: Chapter 1 Part B Friends: Although she is quite social person her closest friend is her second in command "vice captain Azure"/Jude her childhood friend and Samson also her childhood friend (who was deceased 5 years ago) Personality: As the current leader of the Watchers Captain Scarlet puts herself to be an assertive woman that takes no shit from anyone. People under her leadership see her to be valiant and fierce and while that is true the other side of her that she is very supportive of all her Watcher members no matter how small a task they are conributing to the cause as she sees it all as very important. She keeps a very on the go attitude of her occupation in truth she is tired feeling like maybe this cause is going nowhere which is just the negative voice in her head but she slaps that negativity in the face and does her darndest to keep this resistance afloat the best she can, she has to make her mother proud after all. She has seen it all but her heart is not hardened from her dystopian enviroment as she still kept her heart to those who are against the Warlock regime and she will help the downtrodden however she can. She likes to see herself as a role-model and wanted to bring an example to the younger Watcher members that look up to her. Skills/Abilities/Quirks: As a kahunore she has Aninergio powers, while not her biggest skill (She still is quite good but not as good as her mother) she relies very much on hand to hand combat when needed, and she can fight dirty when needed. Also she did most of her training from her mother after all she learned from the best. Info: As the third generation leader of the Watchers a resistance group that fights against the tyrannical warlock's regime, she works hard to give encouragement to her members and oversees the missions they are in. The life of a Watcher member was a life all she knew and when she was about 19-20 she was passed down the title of leader by her mother who by that time has decided to retire (one because the extent of her old injuries giving her pain still somewhat and second of all felt like its best she pass down her role to someone younger). As a new leader she felt the pressures of being under her mother's shadow but she proved herself to be a leader just as great as her mother before her maybe even better. She wants what's best for her followers and she hopes to not disappoint. In her past she lost a younger brother to kidnappers she thought him to be dead, but deep down she felt that maybe just maybe her brother is still alive out there but she could not be quite sure and as such can't spend her times searching for him and as hard as this is she has to bring the needs of others first than of one. But she won't give up on that glimmer of hope which she refused to move on from, until then she will lead the Watchers the best way she can as a person to be looked up to.

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New from Jeff York on The Establishing Shot: “JUDY” STRUGGLES TO BRING AN ICON TO LIFE

“A is for effort,” as the saying goes, but as a work of cinema or a truly affecting biopic, director Rupert Goold’s JUDY doesn’t quite make the grade. The production values are strong, star Renee Zellweger gives it her all, and the story of Judy Garland is an inherently compelling one, but this take on her life comes up short. It simply doesn’t go deep enough and fails to truly illuminate her backstory, her talent, or what made her the icon that she was and still remains today, 50 years after her tragic death by an accidental barbiturate overdose.

Goold’s missteps start with using screenwriter Tom Edges’ adaption of the controversial 2012 stage production END OF THE RAINBOW by Peter Quilter. The play told the story of the final weeks of Judy Garland’s life in London when she was performing at the famed nightclub The Talk of the Town. That play had as many fans as it did distractors, and genuine Judy aficionados were more inclined to be wholly outraged by it and the host of inaccuracies and liberties taken with Garland’s biography. Granted, a play or a film can take license with genuine history, but in both scripts, there are too many instances of it that mar the telling.

The film also skimps on a lot of information that would help in the viewing. Few of us are Garland aficionados and yet so much of this film assumes we all know oodles about her checkered history as a child star, the battles she had with men and drugs, and the star’s steep career decline in the last decade of her life. JUDY just plops us down into the middle of all of it, eschewing proper exposition in favor of bite-sized, and inflammatory introductory bits. Maybe the movie ROCKETMAN approached Elton John’s life with too much of a primer take, but at least it gave the audience a proper sense of that superstar’s life starting with his childhood. JUDY doesn’t, favoring shock value over context from the very start. 

Right off the bat, the film starts out with a vicious monologue by MGM mogul L.B. Mayer (Richard Cordery) as he dresses down a young Judy (Darci Shaw) on the set of THE WIZARD OF OZ. By his tone, we’re supposed to gather she’s been stalling the production and making trouble. The film was plagued by oodles of production problems, but the way Mayer insults her looks, talent, and level of professionalism, you’d think she was the Wicked Witch herself. It doesn’t help that Shaw looks to be about 11 when Garland was 16 at the time and a rather womanly 16 at that. It also hurts that Shaw looks nothing like Garland, or Zellweger for that matter, and projects nothing of Judy’s essence. This misguided scene starts off the movie on a horrendously bitter note, one going out of its way to play “dramatically,” but it comes off more like tabloid hysteria.  

From there, we’re introduced to the adult Garland as she performs in a cheap club with her two children, earning a measly 150 bucks for her song and dance. Zellweger’s physical transformation is impressive, and she captures Garland’s blend of heart-on-her-sleeve earnestness mixed with a superstar’s haughtiness. Even so, the script undercuts her by short-changing the explanation of why she’s struggling to find work, what ruined her finances or any salient details about the relationship she has with ex-husband Sid Luft (Rufus Sewell). He’s portrayed here as a sinister gangster-type, little more, even though that’s far too simplistic a take on the complex man whom she was married to for 13 years, served as her manager, and produced her lauded remake of A STAR IS BORN. 

The film fails to flesh out such details properly, failing to include the fact that she’s broke because of agents Freddie Fields and David Begelman mismanaging her money and embezzling her personal funds. It also plays fast and loose with Lorna Luft (Bella Ramsey), Judy and Sid’s daughter. Ramsey is a petite actress, and she’s made up and photographed in JUDY to come off like a child. In actuality, Luft was a teen of 16 during the film’s time period of 1969. 

It’s more successful when the story moves to her run of a five-week run at the London cabaret that year. There, the film showcases her command on stage, and balances the BTS depictions, highlighting the good and the bad. Zellweger is particularly effective in her scenes with Garland’s handler Rosalyn Wilder (Jessie Buckley, wonderful in a tricky role) as she struggles to handle the pressures of being a headliner there. The scenes between the two women crackle with suspense and feeling as Wilder both plays confidante and nanny to Garland and her many moods.  

Less successful is how the film presents Garland’s fifth and final husband Mickey Deans. As played by Finn Wittrock, he’s a handsome scoundrel and little else. Even when he and Judy are playing happy newlyweds, Wittrock is directed to leer out from under his brows and it makes him too easy of a bad guy. Same with Sewell, who reads each of his few lines as if he’s almost hissing them. It’s clear Goold is siding with Judy but she comes off as dunderheaded to have been with such two-dimensional villains. 

Zellweger insisted on doing her own singing, and she’s got a good voice, but she cannot convey Garland’s command or timbre wholly onstage. One of the things that made Garland such a star was that even though she was only 4’11”, her voice made her seem ten feet tall. Even with all the drink and drugs, Garland’s contralto remained clear and bold. The film showcases Garland numbers onstage a half dozen times and despite Zellweger’s best efforts, it would’ve helped the audience understand Judy’s prowess better if the Oscar-winning actress had lip-synched.

That’s what Judy Davis did in the 2001 ABC miniseries JUDY GARLAND: ME AND MY SHADOWS, and it helped her performance to seem more fully Judy. Davis won an Emmy for it, as did ingenue Tammy Blanchard for rendering the young Garland so vividly as well, but both were wise enough to not attempt Garland’s distinct singing voice. Of course, that production also had six hours to tell the tale and came off fuller than JUDY, a mere 118 minutes. Still, the film should’ve managed its narrative time better, spending less of it on the songs that don’t quite resonate as they should, and more on getting the facts and details right.

Ironically, for all of the missed opportunities to present the actual history of Garland, et al. more accurately, the film works best in the one utterly fictional scene. Garland befriend a gay couple who have frequented her show numerous times. One night, after the show, she joins them at home for a late supper. There, she bonds with Dan (a wonderful Andy Nyman) as he talks about the difficulties of living as someone whom society diminishes. Judy all too readily relates, since her childhood, she has been asked to be things that diminished her self-worth too – a performer with ceaseless energy, a meal ticket, an icon. This film makes a valiant attempt at showing the human side of her, but despite a courageous attempt by Zellweger, the story just misses too much Judy.

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