Vogue
Magazine - February 1992, Pages 228-229 & 285
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Hot Tomatoes
Written by Randall Koral
Not long ago Mary
Stuart Masterson and Mary-Louise Parker joined me for a game of five-card
draw, nothing wild. There are worse ways to get acquainted, and I suspected
poker would come easily to them after portraying characters who play cards
in Fried Green Tomatoes. The movie is what first brought them together,
and now they are friends, as close as their first names. (Green Tomatoes
director Jon Avnet avoided mixing up his Marys by dubbing them Stu and Lou.)
Masterson plays Idgie Threadgoode, the hell-raising proprietor of a diner
in Depression-era Alabama. Parker is Ruth Jamison, Idgie's more even-tempered
partner in love, crime, and food preparation. Their adventures are recounted
in flashback by nursing-home resident Jessica Tandy, who finds an eager audience
in malcontent southern housewife Kathy Bates.
Tandy and Bates get top billing (something to do with the Oscars they've won),
and they are as wonderful as they've ever been. But Masterson and Parker,
whose characters tough out all the adversity the pre-civil-rights South has
to offer, have much more to gain here. Fried Green Tomatoes shows what
they can do, and what they can do together.
We set up in a bar in downtown Manhattan. They've dressed the part: faded
jeans (Masterson's are black, Parker's blue with one ripped knee), leather
jackets, and boots. I brought cards and enough chips to stake the cast of
Ocean's Eleven. We order coffee and Cokes.
Did I say they were friends? Make that coconspirators. If each is her own
harshest critic, each is the other's biggest fan. They defend each other from
even the slightest self-deprecations. They finish each other's sentences,
and when a private joke occurs to them, they whisper.
Before Masterson deals the first hand, she says, "We know this is illegal."
I know it, too, but hope our activities will be concealed in this dark booth
at the back of the near-empty bar.
"Vice," says Masterson, dropping her voice into Mata Hari range.
"I know all about vice."
Does she want that in print?
"I don't mind," she says. "Nobody would believe it anyway.
Even though it's totally true."
"Yes," Parker chimes in, leaning to address the tape recorder. "She's
decadent. The innocence is a fraud!"
`Decadent` may be overstating it, but this is a good moment for Mary Stuart
Masterson to bury the innocents she has played on-screen, all those "tough
yet vulnerable" characters who live in the memory of critics, casting
agents, and others who would reduce her career to an arc that began, when
she was eight, with the little girl in The Stepford Wives and reached
its zenith in 1987 with the role that remains her most widely known -- the
smart-alecky tomboy in Some Kind of Wonderful. She played Eric Stoltz's
long-suffering girl in that film, Sean Penn's in At Close Range, D.B.
Sweeney's in Gardens of Stone, and Andrew McCarthy's in Heaven Help
Us. The last is the best of that now-forgotten bunch. But even when her
films aren't good, she is. "Cable has ruined me," jokes Masterson.
"Only my bad films show every night. Everybody thinks I'm still sixteen,
not sexy."
Everybody should reconsider.
As long as we're setting the record straight, let's also put to rest the idea
that Mary-Louise Parker is some kind of space-alien naif. Two years older
and noticeably quieter than Masterson, Parker, at twenty-seven, is a lesser-known
quantity. Though she stood out as the lone female in the cast of Longtime
Companion and appears in the recent Grand Canyon, as of this poker
game her highest-profile performance has occurred onstage, in Prelude to
a Kiss, opposite Alec Baldwin and then Timothy Hutton on Broadway. Her
searching brown eyes and tentative smile are too often read as vacancy signs,
when in fact she is, like Masterson, well grounded and completely in control.
While Masterson talks freely about her parents (director Peter Masterson and
actress Carlin Glynn) and growing up in New York and Texas, Parker volunteers
only that she attended high school in Arizona and college at the North Carolina
School of the Arts and came to New York the day she graduated. She's even
less eager to chat about her relationship with Timothy Hutton and does her
best to keep his name out of the conversation -- another contrast to Masterson,
who met her husband, George, when both were teenagers and married him two
years ago.
Eventually we get around to the relationship between their Green Tomatoes
characters. Fannie Flagg, who wrote the novel and cowrote the script, made
it clear that Idgie and Ruth are in love but left their sexuality open to
speculation.
"I don't think it really matters," Masterson concludes, folding
a hand. "And that's the way we've treated it. What's explicit is that
[Idgie and Ruth] really love each other and that they have a family together,
an alternative family."
Like their characters, the actresses cooked for each other while on location
in Peachtree City, Georgia. And both are strict vegetarians. So the question
arises, how about green tomatoes?
"I make them in one scene," Masterson says.
"I spit them out," says Parker, who has won every round.
When the waitress loses patience and busts up our game, we decide it may be
time to end the interview as well. We cash in our chips, and I pay the price
of a pack of Marlboros to Parker, who began by insisting she was "not
a games person" and has ended up the big winner. I go home, the loser,
hoping someday to find out what fried green tomatoes taste like.
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