HEN YOU
watch Laura Linney act you can
easily forget she’s not simply
playing herself. But she’s not the
wide-eyed innocent of
Tales of
the City
. Nor is she the struggling
single mother dedicated to her
wayward brother Mark Ruffalo
in
You Can Count on Me
. (Has the
sibling bond ever been portrayed
more painfully or beautifully? And
Linney was raised an only child.)
She’s certainly not the total mess
she played in
The Savages
(opposite
Philip Seymour Hoffman).
Her performance in Showtime’s
The Big C
, which just started its
second season, only confirms
why her fans—and I am one—are
so fiercely devoted to her (not
sucking up, just being honest). As
Cathy Jamison, a wife and mother
struggling with stage 4 melanoma,
she’s funny, flawed and quietly
complicated. Linney never dumbs
things down for the audience.
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