At a certain point in FX’s miniseries Feud: Bette and Joan, Warner Brothers’
studio head Jack Warner throws a tantrum upon realizing that his box office
strategy of pitting two aging actresses against each other in a film has been
stolen by a rival studio. Warner, a relic from Hollywood’s earliest of days,
feels he has proprietary rights to older women beating themselves up for his
monetary and personal gain. “Hagsploitation”, he terms it. And while Warner
didn’t have the exclusive rights to a plotline, he wasn’t far off from his
belief that people, particularly women, were exploitable and that the best way
to exploit them was to make them exploit each other.
That nuance is emblematic of the entire miniseries which
was sold as a camp-fest featuring Susan Sarandon and Jessica Lange as Bette
Davis and Joan Crawford respectively, but ended up being a much more thoughtful
meditation on aging, the role of women in the professional space, and how
hubris, that old favorite of screenwriters everywhere, is ultimately an
ambitious person’s worst enemy.
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And the reality of the feud between Bette Davis and Joan
Crawford is the stuff of legend. Feud
finds time to present not only the big ticket items from Joan manipulating the
1963 Oscars to humiliate Bette to Bette’s statement upon learning of Joan’s
death in 1977 (“You should never say bad things about the dead, you should only
say good,” Bette was quoted as saying. “Joan Crawford is dead. Good.”) And yet
it also finds the time to show us both of these characters at their best. Joan
moving through the studios and the awards ceremonies, a pro expertly
glad-handing the studio bosses, schmoozing with the talent, and mentoring the
younger performers, illustrates how she attained the heights that she did.
Likewise, Bette uses her outsider status to churn the press and manipulate from
behind the scenes to improve her status.
Clearly, the real life Bette and Joan were not catty
stereotypes perpetuated by gossip and later movies like Mommie Dearest. In keeping with the nuanced take on them, Susan
Sarandon and, in particular, Jessica Lange give compelling performances that
bring out all those qualities, good, bad and ugly. While the actresses bear
only a passing physical resemblance to their characters, both actresses wisely
aim to create breathing characters instead of just relying on physical mimicry.
Original still for Whatever Happened to Baby Jane and Feud's recreation
Where Feud excels
the most is in underlining the ultimate tragedy of Bette Davis and Joan
Crawford: that, like the line from Baby
Jane, all this time they could have been friends. Had Bette and Joan
partnered together, as indeed they halfheartedly tried to at times, they could
have exerted tremendous pressure on the studios. Instead, they fell into waring
with each other, seeing each other as rivals rather than co-conspirators. And
while machinations on the part of male studio heads certainly facilitated that
rivalry, the miniseries gives us a sense of how the women’s insecurities
factored in.
In one of the show’s best scenes, the two square off
against each other in a verbal fight scene that ends sorrowfully. Bette,
perennially viewed as one of the most talented actresses of her era but never
one who was pretty enough to truly be a star, spits at Joan, “How did it feel
to be the most beautiful actress in history?”
“It felt great,” Joan spits back before pausing and
adding quietly, “And it was never enough. How did it feel to be the most
talented?”
“It felt fine,” Bette returns, venomously, but clearly shaken.
“And it was never enough.”
These were two actresses who, by rights, could have been
a forceful duo but were both undermined by feeling inadequate in the face of
each other. Joan, always seen as a Hollywood beauty, struggled to be
appreciated for her talent and not just her face. Bette, somewhat resigned to
being the character actress because it was bringing her Oscar nominations and
wins, was never going to be awarded the approval of her industry because she
didn’t look like a cover girl. And through it all was a studio system run by
men who understood that the only way to make sure that these women didn’t kick
them all out of their precarious positions was to keep them at each other’s
throats.
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As such, it’s tempting to try to watch the show through
the lens of modern Hollywood which, despite being 40 years on from the final
scenes, is still very much stuck in the same mode. It’s not news that finding
roles for women over the age of 40 is difficult, nor is it a surprise that
Hollywood remains enraptured by the next “it” girl before turning her over for
someone new within a year or two. But if anything, Feud takes pains to keep the story tight and focused and avoids
underlining the comparisons to modern Hollywood too much. That approach works
in its favor by allowing the audience to stay with the story instead of seeking
out any too-clever-by-half references to the modern world. In fact, the show
avoids irony almost entirely with the possible exception of a few lines in the
final episode where an aging Joan admits that the only actress she sees in
Hollywood in the 1970s with the kind of real star power that her generation of
women had is Faye Dunaway. (In fact, that was a sentiment that Crawford voiced
in real life before she died, obviously unaware of Dunaway’s eventual role in defining
Crawford’s legacy for a new generation of people.)
Feud tells a remarkably
restrained story about how women fight each other to the benefit of men and how
hard it is to deviate from that pattern so long as men control the money. Watch
it for the social commentary or just for the utterly on-point production design
which faithfully recreates not only the 1960s but the specific looks that two
titans of early Hollywood both cultivated for themselves.
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