“Something over 16 years ago
(
TNR, November 24, 1962) I wrote a review of three films in which a
relative newcomer named Jane Fonda appeared. I deplored the fact that
her extraordinary talent was not being adequately celebrated, and I
dared to think that she might grow into a first-rate artist…. Hoots
abounded. Fonda proceeded.
“During the intervening years …. much of her acting was, by the standards that her possibilities impose, minimally good….
“Lately, however, Fonda has been deepening and freshening again. It
would be fanciful to connect this with her lessening radical activism.
(Her political and social concerns, I emphasize, seem undiminished.) I
simply note the seeming coincidence. Admittedly, her work in Julia and
Coming Home seemed crimped by the writing of the roles…, but in three
very different pictures in the last two years, her roles were
well-enough written and she showed us superior acting. In the pastry
puff Fun With Dick and Jane, she bubbled. If there's such a thing as a
non-dance performance that dances off the ground with sheer spirit--and
there is--she did it here. In two current films she gives performances
excellent in themselves and all the more impressive because they can be
seen in tandem. Their differences make each one seem stronger.
“Both, unfortunately, are in questionable pictures, but if you're
interested in acting, they are very much worth seeing for Fonda. In
Comes a Horseman….
“And Fonda is in California Suite…. The
moment she appears, her physical silhouette--I don't mean her dress, of
course--is so different from Comes a Horseman that there's a small shock
of fright, as if the transformation by art had something supernatural
about it. Her pattern of movement, her vocal attack, her timing are so
integral to what she is doing that before she was on the screen 30
seconds, all I was conscious of was knots--knots in this woman's psyche,
emotional responses, ability to respond openly to an open approach--and
her regret about this that she could never voice. Again what we are
given is simply the current phenomenological evidence of a woman who
existed before the film and will continue after it.
“I haven't
seen such an accidental juxtaposition of two differentiated fine
performances by an American film actor since 1972, in Paul Newman's
films Sometimes a Great Notion and Pocket Money. As with Newman, in
Fonda's two roles there are no limps, no wigs, no broad accents, no
stock-company trickery. Just (just!) creative imagination and the
talent to embody it. For a number of years in the 1960s, I conducted a
series about film on the PBS station in New York, and sometimes I would
do a program on acting, with clips from two or three performances by the
same actor. I don't often miss doing that program nowadays, but I wish
I could do one with these Fonda films. Besides the pleasure it would
give, it might possibly also do a little--o wan hope--to offset the
rubbish that gets published about film acting, about these two
performances especially.
“I can't quite contend that Fonda has
become the first-rate artist I thought and still think is in her. For
one point, she has been lax in her choice of scripts. For another, she
has missed playing some of the great roles that only the theater could
give her…. [S]he ought to let one medium feed the other in her work.
Still she is the preeminent actress on the American screen. We have
other good ones--for examples, Ellen Burstyn and the lately arrived
Meryl Streep. Fonda, further on (she has already finished two more
films), could move still further, could surprise us unsurprisingly.
That is, she could move to unforeseen new strengths that nevertheless
grow out of what we know about her.
“Futile Question No. ????.
With actresses like these on hand, how can Diane Keaton still be taken
seriously? How can her parlor-act broken-arc comedy and facile
hysterics not be perceived for what they are?”
-- Stanley Kauffmann,
New Republic, February ?, 1979
“…. Fonda's Hannah Warren is a
tough, testy, snobbish Newsweek editor from New York, while her
ex-husband Bill is a model of laid-back California casualness. As a
transplanted New Yorker himself, Simon can identify with both
antagonists, and he gives each of them a strong voice. Although Hannah
isn't easy to like, she comes alive as one of the most vivid characters
Simon has ever created. Of course he's lucky to have Jane Fonda
interpreting his lines. This amazing actress gives her third superb
performance of 1978. She conveys the restless intelligence and the
offputting arrogance of a New York journalist, and she also illuminates
the fears that underlie Hannah's brittle, bitchy facade. This episode is
uncharacteristic of Simon; it’s scintillating, poignant and thoroughly
compelling...."
--
Stephen Farber,
New West, January ?, 1979
“…. There are many flaws in
California Suite…. But as I sat in the screening room laughing my head
off, I began asking myself why I should resist the exquisitely timed
readings of Jane Fonda, Michael Caine, and Maggie Smith, and the
appealingly off-beat effects of Alan Alda, Walter Matthau, and Elaine
May….”
-- Andrew Sarris, Village Voice, January 1?, 1979
“
California Suite is such an acute embarrassment because Herbert Ross
directs as if he thought there were depth in the lines, when what he has
got Jane Fonda, Maggie Smith, and Michael Caine bringing out is the
sentimentality in them. When Laurence Olivier does his virtuoso turns
in pictures such as The Betsy and The Boys from Brazil, we can see that
he isn't deceived about the quality of the material but that he's
enjoying himself acting anyway. Jane Fonda and Maggie Smith are anxious
and straining, as if they thought there were something more in the
material, which was eluding them. They do extraordinarily well by it,
but they're not fun to watch, as Olivier is. You may find yourself
flinching at the toads that leap out of their mouths.
“Jane Fonda plays
Hannah, one of those career-centered, woman-of-distinction roles left
over from the forties: a veneered cold bitch, a boss lady…. [Alda]
gives such a flabby, insecure performance that Bill doesn't seem to be a
full person, and Hannah's attacks on him appear gratuitously spiteful …
It isn't just that Hannah is more than Bill's match--Fonda is more than
Alda's match. She's whirring around and hitting emotional peaks in a
vacuum; it might be better if she just ran the gamut of emotions from A
to B rather than race from A to Z. Jane Fonda is so tensely eager to
act that she puts out too much. Her comic edginess, her emotional
precision, the heat rising in her cheeks, even that slender, wiry body
primed for movement are too electric for her to be taking cheap shots at
L.A. (while her heart is breaking). The only time I heard myself laugh
was at a line that probably isn't meant to be funny: when she says of
her current lover (who hasn't long to live) that 'he has the second-best
mind I've ever met since Adlai Stevenson'…"
--
Pauline Kael,
The New Yorker, January 8, 1979
When the Lights Go Down, 529-30
“Nothing else in "California Suite" matches their [Maggie Smith's and Michael Caine's] magic, but Alan Alda
and Jane Fonda, and Walter Matthau and Elaine May are formidable acting
teams under any circumstances. In the most serious of the plotlets, Alda
and Fonda are an estranged couple fighting over the custody of their
17-year-old daughter. He's a laid-back Hollywood screenwriter and she's a
tough-as-nails
Newsweek editor from New York, and their confrontation
takes the form of East Coast vs. West Coast put-downs. Though Fonda and
Alda are fascinating to watch and Simon frequently draws satiric blood,
this particular game of cultural Ping Pong is beginning to seem a little
provincial and passé.”
-- David Ansen,
Newsweek, January 8, 1979
“There's more aggression than
affection in Simon's comic writing; his people are forced to disgrace
or humble themselves. On their way down they bicker incessantly.... Incapable of ordinary conversation,
they rouse each other to frenzies of mutual hazing....
“… Jane Fonda plays a
supposedly sophisticated
Newsweek editor… As soon as she faces Alda, it
starts--bitch, quip, and thrust … yet I don't believe for a minute that
this intelligent woman who fears losing her daughter would joke this way
(she might if she were losing a story assignment or even a man, but
losing a daughter?). Maybe Fonda doesn't believe it either, because for
the first time in her career she's tense and mannered and downright
bad. The emotions come out as rigid and overdefined, jammed into place
by sheer willpower. Fumbling constantly with her cigarettes, she whips
around the room like Bette Davis at her most flagrantly melodramatic,
cocks her arm as stiffly as a Kabuki dancer, draws in her gut, and pulls
her chest up until the neck muscles nearly snap. It's the same kind of
tough-vulnerable overwrought great-lady performance that Herbert Ross,
who directed, bullied out of Anne Bancroft in
The Turning Point. The
role is doubly embarrassing because Simon has little idea of what a New
York editor sounds like, and Fonda is stuck with a number of howlers,
such as the boast that her current lover "has the second-best mind I've
ever met since Adlai Stevenson." (Who would be the best mind she's met
since Stevenson--George McGovern? David Susskind?)”
-- David Denby,
New York, January 29, 1979