Like so many of you, I continue to mourn the loss of Dolly Parton, a woman who was truly among the best of us. And like many of you, her passing has afforded me the opportunity to revisit some of her terrific films over the past weeks, like 9 to 5 and my personal favorite, Steel Magnolias.
Steel Magnolias
The Play, the Film and Dolly
In a recent re-watch of that movie, it got me to thinking about my long history with the property, first with a national tour of the original off-Broadway production, then, of course, the film, and later, when I saw its all-star Broadway debut. In addition to that, I actually had the opportunity to direct a production of Robert Harling's semi-autobiographical play, so I am pretty well versed in all things to do with the ladies of Chinquapin Parish. Often, I am asked about how the play and the movie compare. That is both a simple and complicated answer.
Simply, I love both versions for different reasons. They both hit that sweet spot of "laughter through tears." And they are both full of characters I would love to know in real life. Both also resonate with me because I have a sister who I love so dearly, and I know I'd feel devastated if I were to lose her. Mr. Harling felt a pain I hope I never have to feel, and I'm so grateful that he took that pain and made it into a work of art.
Loving the play version has evolved for me. The first time I saw it, it was a fresh experience - the film hadn't come out yet - so the story was full of surprises, both happy and sad. I remember specifically, that the end of the first act left us knowing that M'Lynn and Shelby were going into surgery, and that the start of the second act involved the ladies coming in to Truvy's beauty parlor preparing for a funeral. You didn't know who died - there were references only to "she" - just that one of them didn't make it. That is until M'Lynn walked in. Then you knew. The gasp and sniffles all around me (myself included) are seared into my memory.
Next, the film came out, and I reveled in the beauty of the scenery, the way the movie was expanded to include all the things the play only discussed, and the interesting juxtaposition between the women I was already familiar with and the men in their lives. The addition of the new material actually enhanced the experience. Seeing Shelby's brothers crying and shattered by their sister's death hit me hard. But it was also fun to actually see Ouiser's dog, to watch Drum and the boys try to shoot the birds out of the trees, to see the church bathed in pink, to actually see the gray icing on the groom's cake... I could go on and on. And I appreciated that Robert Harling is in the film, playing the minister who married and later buried Shelby. How he must have felt...
Then seeing it on Broadway years later, was another experience altogether. Seeing another group of amazing actresses perform the play was a treat of course, but there was no longer the element of surprise. And, though I knew every line by heart, it was disconcerting to hear people around me saying the lines with the actresses on stage. My mouth was shut! Still, laughter through tears is my favorite emotion, and I still wept in my seat.
So... back to Dolly. When I saw the national tour production, the role of Truvy was played by the original - Margo Martindale. She was wonderful, a Southern lady with a no nonsense streak and a certain air of weariness and resignation. You wanted to fight for her and hug her hard at the same time. On Broadway, Delta Burke was Truvy, and she was, well, Delta Burke just like you'd expect her to be. A slightly softer Suzanne Sugarbaker, which was fine, if not exactly right. But on film, Dolly being Dolly was perfection. There was enough acting in the role that it wasn't like watching "Dolly Parton," but I also found myself hoping that that's really how she was! Sassy, smart as a whip, and full of love. I'm not being sentimental when I say that she is my favorite Truvy.
On a final side note, I have to say I love seeing all the social media posts of people making "Dolly's Cuppa Cuppa Cuppa" recipe (with vanilla ice cream to cut the sweetness, naturally). I think she'd be delighted, but I'm also sure she'd be quick to point out that the recipe isn't hers, it belongs to Steel Magnolias. Of course, Dolly will always be the definition of a steel magnolia. I don't know about the rest of you, but I miss her so much.