how do i meryl streep?
I have seen almost every bit of Meryl Streep’s filmography and without hesitation I can still say that her portrayal of Miranda Priestly is my absolute favorite thing she’s ever done. I don’t know how to explain it because I’ve seen her do roles ranging from a mother who lost her children in WWII to a cold-hearted nun to Margaret Thatcher and out of every single one of her roles, what she did in The Devil Wears Prada still blows me away more than anything else.
She’s just beyond divinely amazing. It blows my mind, the work she did in that movie. And it’s shocking because it seems like such a frivolous movie compared to something like Silkwood, The Iron Lady, Kramer vs Kramer, The Deer Hunter, etc. And yet … I don’t know. Every now and then it just hits me how much I love her in The Devil Wears Prada.
You go from being completely intimidated by her even though she’s this fictional character behind a screen and then all of a sudden you find yourself admiring her and you don’t even know how that happened and then you’re feeling compassion for her and you didn’t even think for a moment that you would ever need to feel sorry for this seemingly heartless woman and just when you think you’ve figured her out OH NO YOU DO NOT. God.
It’s characters like Miranda Priestly that exist out there that remind me of why I can’t consider any profession outside of acting. I need to do something as amazing as Meryl did as Miranda one day! I need to. It’s just…. sublime.
That’s all.
People talking nonsense about Meryl right now:
I would take you so much more seriously (albeit still not even a fraction as much as you’d probably like me to) if you A) knew what the fuck you were talking about and B) actually had some good taste.
- Issue number one: Calling Meryl irrelevant. Meryl has probably never been as relevant as she is right the fuck now in this stage of her career. Who the fuck is more relevant than an actress with 17 Academy Award nominations? WHO. Irrelevant is your opinion. Your opinion has not just won it’s third Academy Award. Your opinion has not also won the Golden Globe award and the BAFTA award and what ever else fucking exists right now to award Meryl with. Look the word “irrelevant” up and you will discover that you’re using it very incorrectly.
- Issue number two: Comparing any actress to Meryl and then insisting they’re better. Let me first of all just fucking say “No, there’s no fucking actress better than Meryl!” But now let me be politically correct and say “They’re all brilliant actresses who all have something different to offer. No one is better than the other, they just have different approaches to every character they bring to life. It’s a matter of personal preference and all these actresses have something that appeals to many different walks of life.” But then let me go back and say “Meryl just so happens to be able to do it better than anyone else ever.”
Today in acting class, I legitimately asked my professor “Is this how Meryl Streep does it?”
It just slipped out when my professor asked if anyone had any questions. I don’t mean to base all my acting techniques on Meryl Streep. Just the ones the techniques that I want to be flawless.
(Her answer was yes, FYI.)
I just finished watching The Iron Lady finally. Honestly, throughout a good portion of it I was incredibly bored. I don’t know if that’s maybe something to do with my complete disinterest in politics or what was happening in those moments but it was almost unbearable. I was almost disappointed in Meryl for a moment but by the end of the film I was sobbing like a baby so I knew it wouldn’t my darling. She was flawless as always.
I am incredibly hopeful that Meryl wins an Oscar for her performance but I wouldn’t want the film as a whole to win one because it honestly wasn’t one of my favorites. Jim Broadbent was just genius as well, though.
3 months ago on 4 February
2012 @ 8:11pm
I’m supposed to be scoring my script for my play right now but all I can do is watch Meryl Streep interviews. We’ll just call it “research” okay? That’s always my excuse when I watch a bit too much TV or obsess over a certain actress for a bit too long. I am going to go to rehearsal tomorrow and they’re going to say “JENN YOU WERE AMAZING TODAY, WHAT DID YOU DO?” and I’ll say “I watched Meryl Streep interviews for 45 minutes.”
I want to challenge all Meryl Streep fans on Tumblr to think long and hard and legitimately pick what their favorite Meryl Streep movie is. You can only pick one absolutely favorite amongst favorites and tell me what it is.
My absolutely favorite, as much as it breaks my heart to only allow myself to love one above all because I really do love them all so very much, is The Devil Wears Prada.
Holy shit Tracey Ullman! Where the fuck have you been!
Does she only pop out of nowhere to honor Meryl Streep all the time?
Meryl Streep being honored on Kennedy Center Honors on CBS.
Turn it on and watch it.
It’s on now.
You’re welcome.
I had a dream I was at some sort of red carpet premiere of a documentary for Meryl Streep and I was sitting very close to her and I was thinking of what question I want to ask when she inevitably gets called on stage for a Q&A afterward. Well, during an intermission, Julianne Moore was standing right in front of me and people were talking to her and I want to tell her how much I love her and Meryl in The Hours so I reach my hand out to get her attention by touching her elbow and she’s like “Excuse me, did I say you could touch me?” and I was like “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean it! It’s just a bad habit, just a reflex! To get someone’s attention!” and the rest of my dream I was crying about Julianne Moore hating me but then she apologized.
So then, there was a big song and dance number for whatever reason and tons of celebrities were there. And the song and dance was about famous celebrity duos. So Dan Aykroyd and Jane Curtin are there but they’re young from the 70s again and there’s Matthew Broderick and SJP and he was dancing really bad and I was like “Wow, some Broadway performer you are!”
And then 2 of the little girls from Despicable Me were they’re…. but they’re obviously cartoons so come on, dream! That’s some Roger Rabbit shit! They were dressed in Hogwarts robes.
Then I woke up.
I WILL TELL YOU EXACTLY WHY I DREAMED THIS. EXACTLY WHY. Because I asked Shmeggie last night who her favorite actress was and she said Meryl and I was like “OF COURSE, OBVIOUSLY, DUH.” but then I thought to myself “She could’ve picked Julianne Moore too, that would’ve been acceptable.”
11 months ago on 4 July
2011 @ 12:12pm
I need to tell you this dream I had before I forget it.
I’ve already forgotten some of it because I couldn’t write it down right away!
So I’m on the set of a movie as an extra with a couple other classmates that I’m not actually sure are real people. So the Susan Sarandon walks up and sits down with us and we’re on a bed in my guest bedroom but… it’s a movie set? Anyway, we’re laughing it up and having a great time and I’m like “Susan Sarandon is awesome!”
So then I’m at school and I’m telling my professor and my classmates how I was an extra on set with Susan Sarandon and it was an amazing experience and I wasn’t starstruck or anything. So then I go to this one girl and start asking her “Whose career would you rather have and you start acting? You could definitely be like Meryl Streep because you look so much like her.” and then I realize it is Meryl Streep but young. So then someone in the room is like LETS WATCH MOMMIE DEAREST. And everyone is like YYYYEESSSSSS. Except Faye Dunaway is in the room and she’s like “No, come on you guys.” and I was like “SHUT UP, FAYE, THIS MOVIE IS AMAZING.” and Meryl Streep is like “Lets watch Mamma Mia instead.” and I threw a huge hissy fit because I wanted to watch Mommie Dearest (as I’m sure I would in real life.)
So then I get transported to this like… theatre camp. But it’s really gritty and it’s actually a skate part. So I’m sitting on one of those big ramps but as time passes, more and more people start sitting there too and pushing me out of the way and they’re all like “Come on Jenn, MOVE!” and I’m like “Okay :(” and so as I’m leaving, I’m suddenly covered in syrup and there’s syrup all over the floor and it’s getting all over me and I just start screaming and sobbing hysterically like I’m Carrie and that’s pig blood. So then everyone’s standing around me and staring at me like I’m a freak and laughing at me as I’m screaming and crying and covered n syrup and Alex McCord from Real Housewives of New York rescues me. And she takes me to a bathroom where there’s tons of other girls washing syrup off of them like it’s a makeshift hospital ward for soldiers injured on the battlefield and there’s women dressed as old timey nurses. I ad a surge of gratitude for Alex even though I’m not feeling her new persona on RHNYC this year!
I have the strangest dreams.
