Kristen Wiig's Saturday Night Live characters respond to
social discomfort by talking too much and moving too much. They're a
blur of tics and noises. (It's not coincidental that she does a great
Kathie Lee Gifford impression.) But in the dimly lit Gordon Ramsay
restaurant of her L.A. hotel, in her hipster black knit beret, Wiig is
leaning back, sipping green tea and not talking or moving much at all,
just being cool. It's awkward but not comic awkward. Normal awkward.
Usually performers will answer "How are you?" with enough to fill your
notebook. But Wiig didn't do any performing at all until she was in her
late 20s. Not college theater, not high school talent shows, not little
skits for her parents. In fact, she doesn't really like to speak to
crowds. "At parties, I'll start talking and notice everyone is looking
at me and feel dumb and say, 'Forget it,' and then start eating things,"
she says.
Which is how she is in movies — no crazy hair, no crazy eyes, no
crazy jumping into other actors' shots. In movies, she's the anti–Will
Ferrell. She played indie small in Ghost Town, Adventureland and Extract. After she was in minor roles in two Judd Apatow–produced movies, Knocked Up and Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story,
Apatow asked her — as he has Steve Carell, Seth Rogen and Jason Segel —
to write a movie that she could star in for his company. So she and
Annie Mumolo, a friend from the L.A. improv troupe the Groundlings,
co-wrote Bridesmaids, a dude comedy with a chick-flick plot: a
single, unemployed woman (Wiig) is asked to be the maid of honor for a
friend (Maya Rudolph) who's marrying a rich guy.
It's
a smart blend: the Apatow heart squishiness is already built in, and
the crude jokes feel new when told from a woman's perspective. We've all
seen explosive diarrhea onscreen before — but we haven't seen it from
characters trying on wedding dresses. And until now, no film has given
nearly enough attention to the plight of mothers changing the sheets of
their pubescent sons.
Still, a movie with both fart noises and gowns is a tough sell, and it took four years for Bridesmaids
to get made. "Maybe studios don't want to see women acting in a way
that isn't womanly," Wiig, 37, says. "Maybe people don't." But the more
Wiig devolves into horribleness in Bridesmaids — tearing apart
the wedding-shower cake out of jealousy — the more sympathetic she is.
"Kristen has this really likable personality that doesn't require her
going big," Apatow says. "There are certain people — you love them, but
you like seeing them abused. It might be the most important comedy
quality: 'I love you, but I want to see horrible things happen to you,'"
he adds. "She plays wilted very well," says Mumolo. "It's these boiling
emotions inside barely making their way out because she's working so
hard to cover them."
Covering
her emotions doesn't seem as if it requires a lot of work at the
restaurant, as we eat our finger sandwiches. The problem is that Wiig is
shy, cool and pretty — not the petri dish of insecurities from which
most comedians are made. She loved high school. (Not only was she not in
any clubs; she was also one of those people who sneaked into yearbook
pictures of the clubs to make fun of them.) At the University of
Arizona, Wiig studied art. Then she moved to L.A. and did arty jobs:
florist, graphic artist for a plastic surgeon (she illustrated what
patients would look like after an operation), decorative painter. When
Wiig eases up around people — I've heard — her weird creativity comes
out, and she does a lot of voices and imitations. So many that the
decorative painter she worked for recommended that she see a show by the
Groundlings, the troupe that trained Phil Hartman, Conan O'Brien and
Lisa Kudrow.
Thursday, March 24, 2016
Kristen Wiig: The Anti-Comedian
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Simuka Rafeal
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