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Julie Hagerty Sounds Funny


Hagerty with Christopher Evan Welch and John Glover in The Marriage of Bette and Boo.  

As for sidestepping the perils of playing a role like Soot, he points to Hagerty’s anchoring strength. You meet her and she seems to be just a bundle of fragility. An elegant, sweet, vulnerable face. Those eyes that don’t seem to have a shred of cynicism in them, still. She’s managed, even as a mature woman, to seem to look out on the world with untarnished purity. But underneath all that, there’s a strong girl. Otherwise it would be unbearable. Soot never does fall apart, despite the forces battering herin fact, she even gets to have a moment. It’s brief, and fleeting, but it’s there: The eyes narrow, the smile tightens, the spine regenerates. That winsome tinkle of a voice is banished by a growl. After Bette gives birth to a dead baby, one of many (it’s a dark play, folks), Soot tells her son, Boo, to be good to Bette. Better than Karl’s been to her, which shouldn’t be hard. I wish I had dead children, she says. I wish I had 200 dead children, then she roars, I’d stuff them down Karl’s throat. Then she brightens. The sunny wheeze returns. Of course, I’m only kidding, she says, and laughs.


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