I was married for four years and pretended to be happy and had six years of analysis and pretended to be sane. My husband ran off with his boyfriend and I had an affair with my analyst who told me I was the worst lay he'd ever had. I can't tell you how many men have told me what a lousy lay I am.
I apparently have a masculine temperament. I arouse quickly, consummate prematurely, and can't wait to get my clothes back on and get out of that bedroom.
I seem to be inept at everything except my work. I'm good at my work. So I confine myself to that. All I want out of my life is a 30 share and a 20 rating."
Has there ever been a screenplay as perfect as Network? Has there ever been a Best Actress winning character as aggressive as Faye Dunaway's Diana Christensen? Has there ever been a sexual come-on this unconcerned with its sexiness, like a business meeting.
Well, Max, here we are, a middle aged man reaffirming his manhood and a terrified young woman with a father complex. What sort of script do you think we can make out of this?"
Has there ever been a sexual come-on this unconcerned with its sexiness? It's not that Diana isn't sexy, just that her sexual allure doesn't concern her unless it's adding to her 30 share and 20 rating.
She asks if his wife is in town. "Yes."
Her no nonsense reply, like he's already signed off on her proposal. "Well then, we better go to my place."
One final question. Has there ever been a Best Actress decade as full of worthy winners as the 1970s? This last question is rhetorical since the answer is a simple "No".