The US Interview: Meryl Streep
At 45, the great lady of the American cinema is ditching the accents, drying her eyes, rolling up her sleeves and taking on the bad guys. This is one mother you don't want to mess with.
Wearing a gauzy peasant dress the colors of a peacock feather, perfectly flat sandals and a tan leather backpack hefted over one shoulder, Meryl Streep meanders into the lobby of a stuffy Park Avenue hotel looking like she's on her way to class on the campus of some crunchy liberal-arts college. With blond hair trendlessly trailing down her back, she could be a grad student or your preschooler's music teacher or the aging hippy who runs the natural-fibers bed-and-bath shop in your town. No one here notices she's a movie star, and she doesn't announce her celebrity by trying to hide it behind a baseball cap and sunglasses. She probably wouldn't even know that's the way you're supposed to do it. If you stop to think about it, Streep is a lot like a real-life Walter Mitty. She lives a quiet life in rural Connecticut with Donald Gummer, her sculptor husband of 16 years, with whom she is rearing four children aged 3 to 14 while housebreaking a new puppy, car-pooling, attending swim meets and shopping for organic produce. Then, in her "spare" time, she steps into an alternate reality to become a crack white-water-river guide (The River Wild), a telekinetic Chilean matriarch (The House of the Spirits), a Danish debutante running an African coffee farm (writer Isak Dinesen, née Karen Blixen, in Out of Africa) and a handful of ethereal women with foreign accents and tragic pasts (The French Lieutenant's Woman, Holocaust, Sophie's Choice, Plenty, A Cry in the Dark). So, in that alternate life, Meryl Streep is the great lady of the American cinema, not that she considers that work. "When I'm engaged on a film, I'm in la-la land," she says, laughing once she's seated herself on the overstuffed velvet sofa that's meant to make this faded suite look homey. "I mean, it's practically a vacation compared to being home with four kids -that's working, that's organization. I think any successful housewife could probably run any successful corporation."
Practicality and organization may not be the first things that spring to mind when the average moviegoer thinks about Streep's artistry, but it is what her friends talk about. "She has a great marriage and four children and a nanny who is not live-in, and it's not reflected in her career that she's sacrificed," says her good friend Carrie Fisher (whose daughter, Billie, is Streep's godchild). "She does have it all, but she works very hard at it. If I weren't friends with her, though, it would drive me crazy. It upsets other women."
Streep has a softer jaw line than she used to, and her dark blue eyes are less intensely searching than when she played the beleaguered Sophie or A Cry in the Dark's frantic Lindy Chamberlain. This afternoon, no one but Meryl Streep is looking back from inside there. Hers are quiet eyes, and now that she has just moved her family from Los Angeles back to the East Coast, they look more than a little tired. She is polite and friendly and willing to talk, even though talking about herself is one of her least-favorite things. And she laughs a lot more than you might think - all the time, in fact - a deep, hearty, open-mouthed laugh.
A survey of Streep's colleagues turns up an almost embarrassing array of superlatives. "There's simply no finer craftsman in the business," says Robert Redford, her co-star in Out of Africa. "She's as good as it gets." And acting with Streep, says her House of the Spirits costar Glenn Close, "is like skating on smooth ice. It's just there."
Still, there's the awkward fact that despite nine Oscar nominations and two wins (for Kramer vs. Kramer and Sophie's Choice) - a worrisome percentage of Streep's exotic-accent films have raised hardly a murmur at the box office. That may be why the past few years have seen Streep slowly inching out of her "I had a farrumm in Ahhfrica" niche; first in the 1989 comedy She-Devil, again in Postcards From the Edge (an Oscar-nominated performance) and then in the special-effects campfest Death Becomes Her.
What really got Hollywood’s attention, though, was her break with her longtime agent, Sam Cohn, three years ago last May and her move to the powerhouse Creative Artists Agency. Soon afterward, when her name was attached to The River Wild, an unapologetic ally commercial thriller in which she out-rows, out-thinks and takes out the villains, it seemed to signal an aggressive, new approach to her career.
Though Streep downplays the notion that she has reinvented herself as an action star (in fact, her next project is The Bridges of Madison County with Clint Eastwood), after River, audiences are unlikely to see her in quite the same light ever again. She was the first and only choice of director Curtis Hanson (The Hand That Rocks the Cradle) and David Foster, who, with partner Larry Turman, produced River. "She's one of the rare people who lives up to your hopes and expectations," says Hanson, who worked closely with Streep to make the script more of a complex psychological thriller. "She became my complete partner in terms of what my concerns were. We found solutions together. As I'm editing the movie, every day I'm watching it thinking how different it would be without Meryl.'
She doesn't move from the faded sofa much during the next few hours. She gestures a lot with her hands and her head, but she gets up only a couple of times. And when she does, it's sudden. She springs up and skips sideways over to the china coffee service to pour herself another cup. She looks like Alice in Wonderland, and it's clear this is her party.