The Singular Catherine O’Hara

When I heard the news that Catherine O’Hara died this week my initial reaction was the same as yours.

No, no, no, no, NOOOOOO!  Why her?  Why couldn’t it be……

Well, so many others.

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Still on the floor

But it was her and it is now a fact that one of the few performers where the very mention of her name made me and my friends and likely all of you instantly laugh was gone. 

And that’s because there were so many characters and comic moments she played in so many films and TV shows that immediately come to mind.

Whatever your favorite – and when you begin to think about it there are far too many to mention – there was a slightly askew warmth behind Catherine O’Hara’s eyes telling you that at any moment she might do anything but that no matter what happened you wouldn’t be able to not laugh. She’d get you and she’d keep you – as long as she chose to.

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Also can we talk about that hair? #iconic

And, well, who doesn’t want to surrender to that.

I can still remember watching a tiny TV set in my bedroom late one night as a young college student and turning the channel to some whacked-out syndicated comedy show where I thought I saw Katharine Hepburn doing “a bit.”

My first reaction was:

Wow, she’s really going for it, and on TV yet, who knew?

Ms. Hepburn for Twillings Tea

(Note: My sole reference  for Ms. Hepburn at this point was Eleanor of Aquitaine in the classical film drama, The Lion in Winter, where she parried stinging lethal verbiage with Peter O’Toole much too IMPORTANTLY to be ever be called “bit-ty.”  …And yes, I really did think that way as a teenager).

But then I quickly realized:

Wait, this can’t be Katharine Hepburn because this woman is far, far funnier than she is and just a little bit “off.” But in a good way.  The affect, the way she tilted her head, and the knowing pretentiousness in her voice.  It was a more grand but slightly more fun Kate.  The way you’d hope she would be at a dinner party.  Someone you could hang with and eventually get drunk with because you knew she’d be a lot more outrageous and would tell you the best stories in the world.

As it turns out, that’s who Catherine O’Hara would be for the next five decades or more.

How did Catherine O'Hara die? Schitt's Creek and Home Alone actress passes  away at 71, fans pay tributes
An unparalleled career

The kind of performer you always wanted to hang with.  A real person onscreen who always made you crack up because you never knew what she was going to do.

Someone who could make insanity into eccentricity that was totally viable.  Someone whose presence always guaranteed you a good time, and how often can you say that these days about anyone or anything?

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Oh Catherine, we miss you so.

Little did I know when I happened upon her on my little black and white screen back in the 1970s on a little known syndicated Canadian TV called SCTV, the answer would  be Zero X No One.

And that I would have years and years of Catherine O’Hara to look forward to.

The Banana Boat Song singing Mom in Beetlejuice, the harried, under appreciated and lovingly careless Mom in the Home Alone films, the impossibly versatile improvisational comic actress in a slew of Christopher Guest movies, including an Oscar-nominated turn in For Your Consideration, all culminating with her master creation – Moira Rose – the penniless matriarch speaking in an accent not of this Earth that we nevertheless all understood in her Emmy award-winning performance in Schitt’s Creek. 

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No one else could pull this off

It was her grounded insanity in a TV series about a spoiled rich family forced to actually work and need, that got so many of us through a global pandemic and once and for all made Catherine O’Hara a household name.

Still, it somehow felt fitting that when the show swept the Emmys in 2020 and she finally emerged as a headliner instead of a perfect comic foil team player, that it was in a year where she couldn’t accept the award in front of all the industry peers that so admired her. 

Emmys 2020: Catherine O'Hara Wins Lead Actress in a Comedy Series
Oh how we all screamed for you!

Instead, it was in a pared down ceremony, but one that the rest of us were watching in secret glee that Moira – and, as it turns out, Catherine O’Hara – was finally getting the star treatment in the same way you hoped your crazy aunt or insanely funny co-worker, or under-appreciated friend might one day be recognized in front of everyone for being so perfectly one of a kind.

Most recently she played a former studio head turned producer on Apple TV’s The Studio, where she was surrounded by a cast of fellow performers who had admired her ability to be so uniquely and strangely funny for decades.  At the top of list was the show’s star and co-creator, Seth Rogen, who several days ago tweeted that in their very first meeting he confessed  to her she was the funniest person he had ever seen onscreen.

How could you not love her?

This is not merely a posthumous accolade but something I’ve heard people say about her for years.  There was just nothing like her off-centered, borderline bizarreness and it made her not only a fan favorite but a performer’s performer.

It also made those of us who sometimes feel totally insane just a little bit less alone.

Rather than me go and on – and make everyone sadder – here are some excerpts of some of her more memorable moments..

It’s been a tough week among so many weeks, which means it’s even more important to take a moment and laugh at someone who was fearless enough to get us through it all.  And then some.

#1 Canadian TV’s CBC compilation piece on career highlights:

And then some individual clips over the years:

My Taste in Quarantine

There is no accounting for taste.  Especially my own.  These days.

After many decades alternately employed as a critic, journalist, screenwriter, college professor and generally professional opinionist on way too much, I know what I like and don’t like.  It’s not that I’m not occasionally surprised or appalled by where my tastes take me but, for the most part, it’s unsurprising.

Until now.

In this world of social distancing self-quarantine there is no accounting for taste. Especially my own.

We are living in a judgement free zone

During these endless hours/days/weeks at home I find myself falling into endless rabbit holes of entertainment, diversion and amusement even though I have all the time on my hands to do everything I’ve ever wanted to do that can be done solo inside the solitude of one’s own home.

Which is, let’s face it, quite a lot in our 21st century.

The problem is, I don’t want to do much except gawk at everything I can’t experience up close and personal.  In other words – LIVE. 

That is the only explanation I can come up with for the majority of my entertainment hours this week.

Which, as I’ve said, is pretty much the majority of my hours in every single day.

That, and that alone, is why I spent six of them (in one 24-hour period) on Netflix’s reality/docuseries Tiger King.  Sure, I realize it was TV’s  #1 RATED most popular show last week AND the #1 featured choice in Netflix logarithms (Note:  Whatever they are).  But I HATE sh-t like that.

WHY am I watching this?

No, really.

The last time I remember watching TV’s number one show was a Miss America Beauty pageant as a wee lad in the 1960s.  I thought the gowns were cool and I was dying to gawk at some poor bubble-haired young woman from the south or Midwest almost burn herself to a crisp as she threw three fire-lit batons high into the air.

These were they type of diversions I needed back then as a young gay boy trying to not acknowledge reality.

And yet, here I am again, right back where I was, watching a 21st century version for that same type of escape.

Me, working on my wave

But this time in the form of a different spectacle.  That of a gay, polygamous, self proclaimed redneck who cuddles with numerous 400 lb. tigers, has a padlock piercing on his penis and is frenemies with multiple felons that enable him to control an exotic roadside animal sanctuary where he may or may not be plotting the murder of others and may or may not be engaging in all kinds of meth-fueled sex parties with any number of hunky younger lovers.

That’s the amount of distraction required from MY 21st century reality.  And clearly most of YOURS.

Yet I’m not sure how I account going from that to the best screenplay winner at last year’s Cannes Film Festival, Portrait of A Lady on Fire. 

Guilt, perhaps?

Maybe not.  It feels like a much more natural fit for me to watch a very artsy and very French film about two young women in the late 1700s fall in love/lust very, very VERY slowly in a stripped down rustic Nancy Meyer-ish type home by the sea.  One’s a painter secretly hired to do a portrait of the other, a young woman of means promised into marriage by a domineering mother.  And each has a secret that dare not speak its name.

Plus Fire! (just in case you needed that confirmed)

It was really good, I liked it and yet….I dozed off three different times and had to rewind to find my place back into the story because hey, subtitles and lingering looks.  In these times, they’re not as compelling on the faces of people who could actually reach out and touch each other.  In the same room.  Without masks!

So, I mean, watch it or don’t watch but know it’s incredibly well done and under any more normal circumstances I would NEVER have fallen asleep.  I swear.

I SAID NO JUDGEMENT!

Of course, it could have been anxiety that made me that tired.  So as I made my way into the bedroom, knowing my husband was going to be working late downstairs, I was determined that this one night I could finally get my much-needed, fitful, say, at least 6 or 7or 22  hours of sleep.

Whereupon (Note:  A word I must have heard in the French film) I rest my head on my pillow and suddenly become WIDE AWAKE.  Like, not even tired slightly.

So what does one do with that these days?  Check one’s email and look at the link some well-intentioned friend sends you on some well-intentioned diversion to take away your psychic pain of the moment (aka what you saw on the NEWS that day).

Not a good idea.

I just can’t quit you MSNBC

Because after watching that YouTube offering you stumble onto something else and then something further and wind up watching:

A 1973 two-part FIRST EVER television interview with Katharine Hepburn.  You want to talk about three hours of blissful bliss without commercials.  I was up until 3:30 in the morning learning these essential facts:

– Kate thinks that you CAN’T HAVE EVERYTHING, meaning, career, love AND your own family. 

– Kate thinks the reason she was a success is that she had great parents who were always attentive and ALWAYS encouraged her in everything she wanted to do (Note: F-k her).

– Kate knows the other reasons she was a success was that she was incredibly hard-working, didn’t drink or do drugs, and, most of all, didn’t indulge in self-pity (Note #2 – Double f-k her).

– Kate said that in addition to talent, the reason people become movie stars is that they have a distinct voice, the camera somehow loves how they photograph and that they are incredibly….LUCKY. (Note:  Really?????) 

Click here to watch the whole glorious interview

Though in the case of a legend like Garbo it was the added element of mystery, she noted.  No matter how much time you spent with her and no matter how well you liked her (and Kate copped to both) you NEVER REALLY KNEW HER.  NO ONE DID.

See, I don’t know what to do with that.

And probably already knew it at 1:00 a.m., anyway.

Which is why, when I look over the last three self-isolating weeks and am being totally honest – I have to admit – that despite all of the above and much, much more –when you total it all up –  I have still spent the majority of my mindless entertainment time – on my usual time suck….

You know you love it!!

There are hours of home makeover shows but this week I was all about Love It Or List It and Nate and Jeremiah Save My House.  Rather than being romantic, reality show bizarre or biographically uninstructional, these two series are most particularly, and hopelessly, predictable.

Come for the design, stay for Hilary’s coordinating accessories #necklaceandearringsfordays

A mess of a house is presented to a duo of two experts (Note: Cause a duo is always two) and in the end, they always always, ALWAYS  have the same inevitable outcome.

The homes are so colorful, so functional and so vastly all that and more you can’t help but be blindsided.  And, unlike the type of blindsiding we’ve grown used to, in a hopelessly great way.

Sure, no matter how great my house might be it won’t ever be that bright, perfect or airy.  However, these days it doesn’t matter because NO ONE AT ALL who wants to LIVE will get to redo their house from the ground up because NO ONE AT ALL can be a ONE-PERSON BAND OF reconstruction in self-isolation.

And somehow I find that reassuring.

As reassuring as I find Nate and Jeremiah’s coordinating outfits #howcutearethey #somuchBEIGE

Not to mention, even if you could do everything YOURSELF, where would you get the materials?  Someone (and certainly more than one) would have to deliver it ALL to you and then YOU would have to Lysol or Clorox wipe them ALL down.   Every.  Last.  One.

Even with all the time in the world, none of us has time for that.

2011 Tony Awards Performance (with Sutton Foster) – “Anything Goes”