I was hit hard by her death; more so than I thought I would be. I mean, she's truly a woman, an actress, defined by that one role she played. Sure, I loved her in When Harry met Sally and I thought Postcards from the Edge was a brilliant film but I'd never read any of her books, seen anything else she'd been in or paid any attention to her really. Then she died and I realised I should have been all this time.
Last night I watched Bright Lights, the documentary made a few years back and it was eye opening and beautiful. Here is film's most famous Princess with a hunchback, drinking full fat coke and smoking constantly in a house surrounded by junk. Look, she's making her mom soufflés which they eat on the floor. I mean, wow! But it showed a woman who was supportive, caring and kind, who had a truly dysfunctional childhood but had managed to keep it together - given all they've been through, this family seemed closer than most who had no breakups or Hollywood glitter slicing through them. I tried to imagine any other actress being so open and honest but I couldn't. She honestly gave zero fucks what Hollywood thought of her and who couldn't love her for that! In a world where women will always be judged for changing shape and getting older we need more Carrie Fishers in our lives.
