Aging Out

In the new, intriguing and highly watchable French film, A Private Life, Jodie Foster plays a smart mess of a psychiatrist who gets caught up in uncovering the reasons behind the recent death of a patient.

I’ve grown up watching Jodie Foster in the movies, mostly because she started as a child and gained worldwide fame and her first Academy Award nomination for playing a street hooker in Taxi Driver.

A PRIVATE LIFE | Official Trailer (2026) - YouTube
Cataloging her long career

She was 12 years old when she made that film and by the time she turned forty she had already won two  best actress Oscars – one for The Accused (1989) and the other for Silence of the Lambs (1992). 

Being a movie star for that long etches your image in people’s brains, especially for a fan like myself.  But nothing prepared me for the moment in A Private Life when they introduce a character who I initially thought was her grandfather but realized couldn’t be because they quickly begin flirting with each other and are soon…

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yeeps

Well, never mind.

As it turns out, it’s her ex-husband and he’s played by the French actor-director Daniel Auteuil. Even in a French film, this seemed like an odd leap of faith to me until I couldn’t stand it any longer and paused the movie to look up their ages. 

As it turns out Jodie Foster is 63 years-old and Mr. Auteuil is a mere 12 years older.  A perfect age range for the characters but quite a wake-up call for moi.

I mean, how old did I think she was?

A Private Life' review: Therapist Jodie Foster wades into foul play - Los  Angeles Times
We need to talk about Jodie

Of course, I never gave it any thought because even though she doesn’t appear to have had any cosmetic “enhancements” (Note: Or perhaps because of that) she merely looked like Jodie Foster.

Also, she’s younger than I am, so how old could I even imagine she looked? 

I’m not sure but in my mind nowhere NEAR the age where this guy could believably be her HUSBAND unless the MASSIVE age difference was a story point.

Which it wasn’t.

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I don’t know how to think

The real story here is my reaction and I suspect the reaction of many of us to how we see ourselves, our  peers and the cultural “icons” we grew up with. 

But even more importantly, what we imagine getting “older,” or worse yet, looking older, really means.

Fran Lebowitz was recently a guest on The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon, an oxymoron if I ever heard one.  In any event, she told a funny story about getting older as a famous person and noted there were really only three categories of age:

Young, old and surgical.

Thanks to social media, one no longer has to live in Los Angeles to feel that way.  All over the country, and likely the world, we refuse to accept not only our age but the age of our icons.

Unless, that is, the icons openly look old or even older.  Or want to continue to play in younger spaces. 

Which these days is pretty much anywhere since everyone has a camera and can post your latest pic everywhere.

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I mean it with love

Now there is nothing wrong with growing older and, as many an older person told me before I breezed past Jodie’s age, it beats the alternative. 

There’s that phrase, as well as, getting old is a privilege.

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Sigh

Which you realize, once you get older, that it indeed is since most of us don’t want to die any time soon – hence, the privilege. 

There are recent examples of icon-ish show biz figures making a point of their, um, lack of youth, and using it to their benefit.

Taking the stage at the Astra Awards last week to pick up the creative organization’s Timeless award, the openly 67-year-old actress Sharon Stone recounted how, earlier in the evening, a group of young people who didn’t know who she was rudely accused her of stealing a chair to sit at their table.

Sharon Stone blasts rude kids at Astra Awards who accused her of stealing  seat
Maybe it was the outfit?

After proclaiming, award in hand, now they do, and telling them F you from the stage, she went on to give a memorable speech about artistic determination and preparation, as well as putting any fame you have to use for social activism towards issues you care about.

Sixty-year-old Robert Downey, Jr. cited he was double the age of Timothee Chalamet at a recent event he himself instigated in order to promote the latter’s soon-to-be Oscar nominated performance in Marty Supreme.

Calling the younger actor’s work in the film a generation defining performance in a decade-defining film, the now gray-haired Downey embraced the age difference in front of a room full of potential Hollywood Oscar voters and recalled how much it meant to him when then old-timers like Warren Beatty and Anthony Hopkins reached out to him publicly when he was 27-years-old and blew them away with his performance as the silent screen legend in Chaplin.

Robert Downey Jr. and Timothée Chalamet onstage
game recognizes game

Downey had no trouble embracing his now elder status but no doubt there are a group of longtime fans who shudder at the thought that the quintessential troubled party boy from Less Than Zero or the cool bro they marveled at, Tony Stark, aka the original Ironman, will soon be able to collect social security. 

3 Years of Avengers: Endgame: There'll Never Be A Theatrical Experience  Like This Ever Again
And I’ve turned to dust…

It is interesting to note that none of the above people mentioned quite look their age (Note: Though what DOES any ACTUAL age look like anymore?) to us, whether by design or our refusal to accept the number of chronological years they’ve been around. 

This also begs the bigger question of whether celebrities, or regular people like us, get marginalized for the actual NUMBER or for not looking an indeterminate fifty-ish for the entirety of their golden years right up until DEATH.

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Get me Isabella in Death Becomes Her, please

Rachel Ward had a long career in the 1980s, 90s and beyond as a Golden Globe-winning movie and TV star, as well as model, with a worldwide following that Gen X, Y and Z are likely unfamiliar with.  But what they might now know her for this week is being the derisive object of online trolls for daring to appear as her gray-haired, dark-eyebrowed bespeckled 68-year-old real-self on social media in order to promote her Australian farm and its sustainability initiative. 

I mean, how dare she? 

Rachel Ward, The Thorn Birds, Instagram
Side by side

Now, was I shocked when my husband showed me the picture above? 

Um, yes.  And then I was both appalled and surprised.

At myself.  

Because on closer inspection I thought she kind of looked hippy dippy good! 

Maybe I’m finally beginning to evolve for the better.

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Giving myself a gold star too!

Which is more than I can say for the rest of the country and the world at this point in time.

About so many things.

Lana Del Rey – “Young and Beautiful”

Notes from Methuselah

A student wrote about an older couple who were returning to their summer home and carrying luggage where one has a heart attack. We were hashing it out in class and I said, “How old.”

“Oh, they’re really old.”

“Ok, but do you mean like, Gloria Stuart in Titanic old?” (Note: The woman who was in her nineties when she was nominated for best supporting actress).

“No, but old…..I’d say, well, I guess they’re in their fifties.”

“THAT OLD!?” I say.

“Yeah.”

“You’re sure?”

“Uh, huh. People have heart attacks in their fifties.”

Long pause.

Crickets. Crickets. #awkward

“I might as well just kill myself now then,” I reply.

Pause. Then some nervous laughs.

“Oh. Well, it just seems like they’re a lot older than the other characters.”

“That’s fair,” I say. “But this couple. Are you sure they could even lift their luggage enough to move it across the room? I mean, they’re that mobile for that age?”

More nervous laughter. Then the rest of the class catches on and starts to laugh.

“And you imply with their body language that they still have sex. Are you sure that’s safe at their age?   Could they even make it into the bedroom, much less do anything?”

Don’t be fresh!

“You’re not going to let this go,” the student countered, finally amused.

“No, I don’t think so. I’m having too much fun,” I say. “And who knows how much time I have left? I better take advantage of it while I still can.”

And….scene.

Thank you. Thank you very much. #noshame

This is a fairly typical scene these days for me and many of my contemporaries. And for my older friends – not to mention my 88 year-old Dad who assures me it will only get worse. Then again, exactly what IS the alternative?

That’s rhetorical. We all know what the alternative is. So it doesn’t bear repeating.

Too much to ask?

Full confession – there was no reason a student in their early twenties should think that a couple in their fifties is anything BUT an older couple. And after my mini-vaudeville routine I admitted as much.   But what I was trying to convey was behavior and sense of clarity. Just labeling someone an older couple isn’t very specific. Unless, well…it is. But I refuse to go there quite yet. Especially at my age.

The movie Get Out positions baby boomers Catherine Keener and Bradley Whitford as exactly this type of older couple – as well as the symbols of phony, middle aged liberalism. Though even middle aged is relative. As Meryl Streep, playing a fictional Carrie Fisher, stingingly retorts to Shirley MacLaine, playing a fictional version of her then sixtyish mother Debbie Reynolds, after Mom tries to claim middle age for herself in Postcards from the Edge – Really. How many one hundred and twenty year old women do You know?

I thought it was hilarious in the nineties.   But now it’s deeply funny. Tinged with a touch of self-righteous irony on the ungrateful daughter’s part.

Regular On Golden Pond over here #helpme #getoutforreal

I think this was part of the issue for me not being a cheerleader for Get Out. The kind of middle-aged white liberal I am bore no relation to the phony Kumbaya relics I was seeing lambasted on the big screen. Not that I minded the roasting. What I didn’t get was the generalities about a group of people and the seemingly unmotivated behavior based on a stereotype.

Oh. Right. That was the point. Turnabout is fair play. Still, don’t you have to BELIEVE IT in the context of the world you as a filmmaker have created? And if you aren’t specific enough to make us believe it, aren’t you no better than the long generation of movies in the past that have so consistently done it to other minority groups?

Hmm. I’m not sure whether two wrongs don’t make a right or many wrongs make a right for a few new and improved wrongs to at least even out the playing field a little. I’m going to have to think about that one.

This might take a while #brb

The trouble is you get to the point, or the age, when you don’t want to have to think too hard about that one. When I heard 76-year-old Al Pacino was going on the stage locally to play one of my favorite playwrights, Tennessee Williams, during his last creative days in a workshop production of a new play, And God Looked Away, I quickly went online and bought my husband and I two tickets at $189 a piece on a Saturday night.

My first thought: I have to see Al Pacino live onstage before he dies and I don’t care if he’s the opposite of gay and southern. It’s called acting, right?

oh, hello.

Well, I thought so. Even though he’s older and far shorter, Pacino managed to thoroughly inhabit a fading, drug-addled Williams. It felt like the essence of a real character.   In much the same way very hunky and very hearththrob-by Hugh Jackman miraculously evoked the very gay and very lithe singer-songwriter Peter Allen on Broadway in The Boy From Oz. Mr. Allen, like Mr. Williams, was one of my faves and is almost as far away from the Wolverine as, well…I am. Though not quite.

Yet mostly what our L.A. Times critic couldn’t resist sneering about in Mr. Pacino’s case was that:

“The privilege of seeing Pacino portray the aging American playwright in a Demerol haze while pawing shirtless male hustlers as reviewers crucify him for his latest flop doesn’t come cheap.”

SHADE

Hell, that sounds good to me, gay liberal that I am. In fact, I’d pay even more to see that performance again if they fix the play a bit more. At least they were on to recognizable human behavior rather than an overworked or too witty social commentary that bears little resemblance to my reality. Or, well, a reality.

Which I suppose is relative, depending on who you are and what interests you. The hope is that what we’re actually living is reality, and what’s created in our individual fictional worlds based on that reality, is actually worthy of our attentions at all.

Though one supposes it beats the alternative.