No, not literally.
She flew to England, tracked down the director and insisted that she’d been born to play Nancy.
She was right and I don’t see how anyone, even her detractors, can possibly deny it.
There is more evidence for that than there is for “global warming.”
He’d already signed what’s her name, though.
Yes, Gary Oldman blah blah, but between that tragic casting mistake and the unforgivable “hammer and sickle” t-shirt cop out, I just cannot take this movie 100% to heart.
Anyway, laugh at Reefer Madness all you want but this (actual, not recreated) film clip of the real pair on the nod kept me far away from anything stronger than whiskey forever. That and the needle part of course.
(Who else can hear a movie theater full of people going “Shhhh!!!” when the block of flats establishing shot comes up?)