J is for Judi

It's all about Judi Dench

inlovewithyourlines:

Judi posted a small version of this picture with a very short interview bit. When I listened the audio I found the bigger version of the picture and I thought I’d post it! 

i love you for finding this :)

inlovewithyourlines:

Judi posted a small version of this picture with a very short interview bit. When I listened the audio I found the bigger version of the picture and I thought I’d post it! 

i love you for finding this :)

listen here http://www.susyradio.com/2014/09/01/dame-judi-dench/ it’s only 16 seconds but lovely to hear her voice
alaynecatt:

jisforjudi:

A magnificent year for grandes dames like Judi Dench and Maggie Smith 
Many of our leading actresses are turning 80 – but age has not withered their box office appeal or ability to tread the boards
By Michael Thornton
7:10AM BST 29 Aug 2014
'When I was seventeen,” as Frank Sinatra used to sing soulfully, “it was a very good year.” What is it about certain years that usher in a high percentage of extraordinarily charismatic babies destined to amaze and electrify us with their talents, and staying power?
In 1934, was there some magic glitter-dust in the air? If so, it must have been very widely disseminated, for that year has provided us with a thriving generation of spectacular octogenarians, most with eerie links banding them together.
Perhaps it was nature’s reaction to Adolf Hitler becoming the Führer of Germany that August? In answer to his screaming harangues, Hollywood produced the six-year-old Shirley Temple as the most popular star in the world.
By courtesy of 1934, the year of their arrival, two of the greatest actresses in the English language, Dame Judi Dench and Dame Maggie Smith, are about to clock up their 80th birthdays without a sign of faltering, in spite of both being challenged in recent years by health problems: Dame Judi through macular degeneration, which now requires helpers to read scripts to her, and Dame Maggie with breast cancer.
Great actresses do not always co-exist in perfect harmony. But ”Mags’’ and ”Jude’’ have always been the greatest of friends. They have also worked together, memorably and felicitously, without stealing each other’s light or thunder, adding their lustre to a number of remarkable films, including E M Forster’s A Room with A View, Tea with Mussolini, and The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, the sequel to which, The Second Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, is on its way to our screens.
Our most prolific playwright, Alan Bennett, who has created material for Dame Maggie in A Bed Among the Lentils, part of his Talking Heads season, and on stage in The Lady in the Van, and for Dame Judi in Two in Torquay, part of Bennett’s Triple Bill, arrived at his own 80th in May.
An equally distinguished British dramatist, Sir Ronald Harwood, who wrote the play Quartet, in the film version of which Maggie Smith starred in 2012, with Hollywood’s Dustin Hoffman making his directorial debut, also arrives at 80 in November.
Both Smith and Dench are blunt, down-to-earth, no-nonsense characters, not given to prevarication. Who but Dame Maggie, on inspecting bras in Fortnum and Mason in the company of the late Kenneth Williams, would have shrieked aloud: “How much? Cheaper to have ’em off!”.
But Dame Judi, a Quaker, and a piercingly forthright M in the Bond films, does not take kindly to being described as a national treasure: “I don’t like that very much, I’m afraid. That sounds pretty dusty to me. It’s Alan Bennett and I behind glass in some forgotten old cupboard. I don’t like it at all.”
A third great English actress, Dame Eileen Atkins, the equal of Dench and Smith in terms of talent and forthright style, clocked up her 80th birthday in June. She is a close friend of Dame Maggie, and I saw them together on stage in Edward Albee’s A Delicate Balance, in which Atkins displayed nerves of steel. At the climax of one scene, her bracelet suddenly broke, showering the stage with bouncing pearls. Many an actress would have been disconcerted by this mishap, but Atkins kept her cool as impeccably as the character she portrays as Martin Clunes’s aunt, Dr Ruth Ellingham, in television’s Doc Martin. Shading her eyes, as if warding off tiresome sunlight, she bent down and calmly picked up the pearls one by one, receiving a round of admiring applause from the audience.
Atkins, of course, is associated in the public mind with another of this year’s octogenarians, Jean Marsh, who was her co-creator and the star of the massively successful television series Upstairs, Downstairs, in which Marsh brilliantly played the central role of the housemaid Rose Buck. The recent attempt to revive Upstairs, Downstairs was an unhappy experience for both ladies. Atkins disliked the scripts, and it was widely felt that her character, the redoubtable Maud, Lady Holland, was a not very skilful attempt to upstage Dame Maggie Smith as the Dowager Countess of Grantham in the rival series Downton Abbey.
Atkins withdrew from Upstairs at the end of the first series, and the domineering Maud had to be killed off. This reportedly upset Jean Marsh, who had returned to her original role as Rose, and who suffered a stroke. The revival was axed, and there were suggestions that, for a time, the long and close friendship of Atkins and Marsh was under some strain.
Another of this year’s thriving octogenarians is the Scottish character actress Annette Crosbie, the long-suffering Margaret Meldrew in One Foot in the Grave, and the retired schoolteacher Jessie in the film Calendar Girls. In 1975, she played Queen Victoria in the ITV period drama Edward the Seventh in which she co-starred with Timothy West, who will be 80 in October, and who, in spite of the recent decline in health of his actress wife, Prunella Scales, is still working at full throttle as Stan Carter, the father of the host of the Queen Vic in EastEnders.
Sylvia Syms, the star of countless films since her first, as Dame Anna Neagle’s troubled offspring in My Teenage Daughter, in 1956, was 80 in January. She continues to work, and memorably portrayed the late Queen Mother to Dame Helen Mirren’s Elizabeth II in The Queen, in 2006. But she says: “People who see me in all these films on television think I must have earned a fortune. The truth is very different. For Ice Cold in Alex, I received the glorious sum of £30 a week!” When they filmed Victim, in 1961, Syms was the only British female star brave enough to play opposite Dirk Bogarde as the wife of a homosexual barrister.
This year ushers in a galaxy of 80-year-old superstars. They include Shirley MacLaine, Dame Maggie Smith’s American protagonist in Downton Abbey; Richard Chamberlain, who came to fame as television’s dashing Dr Kildare, but was compelled by studio pressure to remain a closet gay until he bravely came out in his autobiography, Shattered Love, in 2003; Barry Humphries, creator of the immortal Dame Edna Everage; John Standing, still such a fine actor that few people know that he is a baronet; the original ”sex kitten’’, Brigitte Bardot; and Sophia Loren, who arrives at her 80th birthday on September 20 with her lustrous Italian beauty remarkably unscathed.
But this amazing bunch of survivors have more than longevity going for them. There was a time, not that long ago, when a film like The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, about an establishment that caters for troubled senior citizens, would have been regarded by film financiers and distributors as “uncommercial” and “not box office”. Yet it earned a cool $135 million worldwide. Now we await the sequel, in which Smith and Dench are joined by the 65-year-old Richard Gere, once the heart-throb hero of Pretty Woman. A further blockbuster is anticipated.
Suddenly it is cool, and no longer unfashionable, to be old. The ancient cinematic bastions of ageism are being systematically dismantled.
The later lyrics of Sinatra’s song – “But now the days grow short, I’m in the autumn of the year. And now I think of my life as vintage wine from fine old kegs” – are being spectacularly rewritten by Dames Judi, Maggie, Eileen and their magnificent band of indestructible contemporaries. 

and just think, not one of them had to do a sex tape in order to be famous! They have actual talent!  

yes! actual real talent! not to mention wit and the ability to form sentences without relying on profanity or vulgarity (even though they know and use all the profanities and vulgarities in the book). judi and maggie - gotta love ‘em!

alaynecatt:

jisforjudi:

A magnificent year for grandes dames like Judi Dench and Maggie Smith

Many of our leading actresses are turning 80 – but age has not withered their box office appeal or ability to tread the boards

By Michael Thornton

7:10AM BST 29 Aug 2014

'When I was seventeen,” as Frank Sinatra used to sing soulfully, “it was a very good year.” What is it about certain years that usher in a high percentage of extraordinarily charismatic babies destined to amaze and electrify us with their talents, and staying power?

In 1934, was there some magic glitter-dust in the air? If so, it must have been very widely disseminated, for that year has provided us with a thriving generation of spectacular octogenarians, most with eerie links banding them together.

Perhaps it was nature’s reaction to Adolf Hitler becoming the Führer of Germany that August? In answer to his screaming harangues, Hollywood produced the six-year-old Shirley Temple as the most popular star in the world.

By courtesy of 1934, the year of their arrival, two of the greatest actresses in the English language, Dame Judi Dench and Dame Maggie Smith, are about to clock up their 80th birthdays without a sign of faltering, in spite of both being challenged in recent years by health problems: Dame Judi through macular degeneration, which now requires helpers to read scripts to her, and Dame Maggie with breast cancer.

Great actresses do not always co-exist in perfect harmony. But ”Mags’’ and ”Jude’’ have always been the greatest of friends. They have also worked together, memorably and felicitously, without stealing each other’s light or thunder, adding their lustre to a number of remarkable films, including E M Forster’s A Room with A View, Tea with Mussolini, and The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, the sequel to which, The Second Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, is on its way to our screens.

Our most prolific playwright, Alan Bennett, who has created material for Dame Maggie in A Bed Among the Lentils, part of his Talking Heads season, and on stage in The Lady in the Van, and for Dame Judi in Two in Torquay, part of Bennett’s Triple Bill, arrived at his own 80th in May.

An equally distinguished British dramatist, Sir Ronald Harwood, who wrote the play Quartet, in the film version of which Maggie Smith starred in 2012, with Hollywood’s Dustin Hoffman making his directorial debut, also arrives at 80 in November.

Both Smith and Dench are blunt, down-to-earth, no-nonsense characters, not given to prevarication. Who but Dame Maggie, on inspecting bras in Fortnum and Mason in the company of the late Kenneth Williams, would have shrieked aloud: “How much? Cheaper to have ’em off!”.

But Dame Judi, a Quaker, and a piercingly forthright M in the Bond films, does not take kindly to being described as a national treasure: “I don’t like that very much, I’m afraid. That sounds pretty dusty to me. It’s Alan Bennett and I behind glass in some forgotten old cupboard. I don’t like it at all.”

A third great English actress, Dame Eileen Atkins, the equal of Dench and Smith in terms of talent and forthright style, clocked up her 80th birthday in June. She is a close friend of Dame Maggie, and I saw them together on stage in Edward Albee’s A Delicate Balance, in which Atkins displayed nerves of steel. At the climax of one scene, her bracelet suddenly broke, showering the stage with bouncing pearls. Many an actress would have been disconcerted by this mishap, but Atkins kept her cool as impeccably as the character she portrays as Martin Clunes’s aunt, Dr Ruth Ellingham, in television’s Doc Martin. Shading her eyes, as if warding off tiresome sunlight, she bent down and calmly picked up the pearls one by one, receiving a round of admiring applause from the audience.

Atkins, of course, is associated in the public mind with another of this year’s octogenarians, Jean Marsh, who was her co-creator and the star of the massively successful television series Upstairs, Downstairs, in which Marsh brilliantly played the central role of the housemaid Rose Buck. The recent attempt to revive Upstairs, Downstairs was an unhappy experience for both ladies. Atkins disliked the scripts, and it was widely felt that her character, the redoubtable Maud, Lady Holland, was a not very skilful attempt to upstage Dame Maggie Smith as the Dowager Countess of Grantham in the rival series Downton Abbey.

Atkins withdrew from Upstairs at the end of the first series, and the domineering Maud had to be killed off. This reportedly upset Jean Marsh, who had returned to her original role as Rose, and who suffered a stroke. The revival was axed, and there were suggestions that, for a time, the long and close friendship of Atkins and Marsh was under some strain.

Another of this year’s thriving octogenarians is the Scottish character actress Annette Crosbie, the long-suffering Margaret Meldrew in One Foot in the Grave, and the retired schoolteacher Jessie in the film Calendar Girls. In 1975, she played Queen Victoria in the ITV period drama Edward the Seventh in which she co-starred with Timothy West, who will be 80 in October, and who, in spite of the recent decline in health of his actress wife, Prunella Scales, is still working at full throttle as Stan Carter, the father of the host of the Queen Vic in EastEnders.

Sylvia Syms, the star of countless films since her first, as Dame Anna Neagle’s troubled offspring in My Teenage Daughter, in 1956, was 80 in January. She continues to work, and memorably portrayed the late Queen Mother to Dame Helen Mirren’s Elizabeth II in The Queen, in 2006. But she says: “People who see me in all these films on television think I must have earned a fortune. The truth is very different. For Ice Cold in Alex, I received the glorious sum of £30 a week!” When they filmed Victim, in 1961, Syms was the only British female star brave enough to play opposite Dirk Bogarde as the wife of a homosexual barrister.

This year ushers in a galaxy of 80-year-old superstars. They include Shirley MacLaine, Dame Maggie Smith’s American protagonist in Downton Abbey; Richard Chamberlain, who came to fame as television’s dashing Dr Kildare, but was compelled by studio pressure to remain a closet gay until he bravely came out in his autobiography, Shattered Love, in 2003; Barry Humphries, creator of the immortal Dame Edna Everage; John Standing, still such a fine actor that few people know that he is a baronet; the original ”sex kitten’’, Brigitte Bardot; and Sophia Loren, who arrives at her 80th birthday on September 20 with her lustrous Italian beauty remarkably unscathed.

But this amazing bunch of survivors have more than longevity going for them. There was a time, not that long ago, when a film like The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, about an establishment that caters for troubled senior citizens, would have been regarded by film financiers and distributors as “uncommercial” and “not box office”. Yet it earned a cool $135 million worldwide. Now we await the sequel, in which Smith and Dench are joined by the 65-year-old Richard Gere, once the heart-throb hero of Pretty Woman. A further blockbuster is anticipated.

Suddenly it is cool, and no longer unfashionable, to be old. The ancient cinematic bastions of ageism are being systematically dismantled.

The later lyrics of Sinatra’s song – “But now the days grow short, I’m in the autumn of the year. And now I think of my life as vintage wine from fine old kegs” – are being spectacularly rewritten by Dames Judi, Maggie, Eileen and their magnificent band of indestructible contemporaries. 

and just think, not one of them had to do a sex tape in order to be famous! They have actual talent!  

yes! actual real talent! not to mention wit and the ability to form sentences without relying on profanity or vulgarity (even though they know and use all the profanities and vulgarities in the book). judi and maggie - gotta love ‘em!

(Source: telegraph.co.uk)

A magnificent year for grandes dames like Judi Dench and Maggie Smith 

Many of our leading actresses are turning 80 – but age has not withered their box office appeal or ability to tread the boards
By Michael Thornton



7:10AM BST 29 Aug 2014
'When I was seventeen,” as Frank Sinatra used to sing soulfully, “it was a very good year.” What is it about certain years that usher in a high percentage of extraordinarily charismatic babies destined to amaze and electrify us with their talents, and staying power?
In 1934, was there some magic glitter-dust in the air? If so, it must have been very widely disseminated, for that year has provided us with a thriving generation of spectacular octogenarians, most with eerie links banding them together.
Perhaps it was nature’s reaction to Adolf Hitler becoming the Führer of Germany that August? In answer to his screaming harangues, Hollywood produced the six-year-old Shirley Temple as the most popular star in the world.
By courtesy of 1934, the year of their arrival, two of the greatest actresses in the English language, Dame Judi Dench and Dame Maggie Smith, are about to clock up their 80th birthdays without a sign of faltering, in spite of both being challenged in recent years by health problems: Dame Judi through macular degeneration, which now requires helpers to read scripts to her, and Dame Maggie with breast cancer.
Great actresses do not always co-exist in perfect harmony. But ”Mags’’ and ”Jude’’ have always been the greatest of friends. They have also worked together, memorably and felicitously, without stealing each other’s light or thunder, adding their lustre to a number of remarkable films, including E M Forster’s A Room with A View, Tea with Mussolini, and The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, the sequel to which, The Second Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, is on its way to our screens.
Our most prolific playwright, Alan Bennett, who has created material for Dame Maggie in A Bed Among the Lentils, part of his Talking Heads season, and on stage in The Lady in the Van, and for Dame Judi in Two in Torquay, part of Bennett’s Triple Bill, arrived at his own 80th in May.
An equally distinguished British dramatist, Sir Ronald Harwood, who wrote the play Quartet, in the film version of which Maggie Smith starred in 2012, with Hollywood’s Dustin Hoffman making his directorial debut, also arrives at 80 in November.
Both Smith and Dench are blunt, down-to-earth, no-nonsense characters, not given to prevarication. Who but Dame Maggie, on inspecting bras in Fortnum and Mason in the company of the late Kenneth Williams, would have shrieked aloud: “How much? Cheaper to have ’em off!”.
But Dame Judi, a Quaker, and a piercingly forthright M in the Bond films, does not take kindly to being described as a national treasure: “I don’t like that very much, I’m afraid. That sounds pretty dusty to me. It’s Alan Bennett and I behind glass in some forgotten old cupboard. I don’t like it at all.”
A third great English actress, Dame Eileen Atkins, the equal of Dench and Smith in terms of talent and forthright style, clocked up her 80th birthday in June. She is a close friend of Dame Maggie, and I saw them together on stage in Edward Albee’s A Delicate Balance, in which Atkins displayed nerves of steel. At the climax of one scene, her bracelet suddenly broke, showering the stage with bouncing pearls. Many an actress would have been disconcerted by this mishap, but Atkins kept her cool as impeccably as the character she portrays as Martin Clunes’s aunt, Dr Ruth Ellingham, in television’s Doc Martin. Shading her eyes, as if warding off tiresome sunlight, she bent down and calmly picked up the pearls one by one, receiving a round of admiring applause from the audience.
Atkins, of course, is associated in the public mind with another of this year’s octogenarians, Jean Marsh, who was her co-creator and the star of the massively successful television series Upstairs, Downstairs, in which Marsh brilliantly played the central role of the housemaid Rose Buck. The recent attempt to revive Upstairs, Downstairs was an unhappy experience for both ladies. Atkins disliked the scripts, and it was widely felt that her character, the redoubtable Maud, Lady Holland, was a not very skilful attempt to upstage Dame Maggie Smith as the Dowager Countess of Grantham in the rival series Downton Abbey.
Atkins withdrew from Upstairs at the end of the first series, and the domineering Maud had to be killed off. This reportedly upset Jean Marsh, who had returned to her original role as Rose, and who suffered a stroke. The revival was axed, and there were suggestions that, for a time, the long and close friendship of Atkins and Marsh was under some strain.
Another of this year’s thriving octogenarians is the Scottish character actress Annette Crosbie, the long-suffering Margaret Meldrew in One Foot in the Grave, and the retired schoolteacher Jessie in the film Calendar Girls. In 1975, she played Queen Victoria in the ITV period drama Edward the Seventh in which she co-starred with Timothy West, who will be 80 in October, and who, in spite of the recent decline in health of his actress wife, Prunella Scales, is still working at full throttle as Stan Carter, the father of the host of the Queen Vic in EastEnders.
Sylvia Syms, the star of countless films since her first, as Dame Anna Neagle’s troubled offspring in My Teenage Daughter, in 1956, was 80 in January. She continues to work, and memorably portrayed the late Queen Mother to Dame Helen Mirren’s Elizabeth II in The Queen, in 2006. But she says: “People who see me in all these films on television think I must have earned a fortune. The truth is very different. For Ice Cold in Alex, I received the glorious sum of £30 a week!” When they filmed Victim, in 1961, Syms was the only British female star brave enough to play opposite Dirk Bogarde as the wife of a homosexual barrister.
This year ushers in a galaxy of 80-year-old superstars. They include Shirley MacLaine, Dame Maggie Smith’s American protagonist in Downton Abbey; Richard Chamberlain, who came to fame as television’s dashing Dr Kildare, but was compelled by studio pressure to remain a closet gay until he bravely came out in his autobiography, Shattered Love, in 2003; Barry Humphries, creator of the immortal Dame Edna Everage; John Standing, still such a fine actor that few people know that he is a baronet; the original ”sex kitten’’, Brigitte Bardot; and Sophia Loren, who arrives at her 80th birthday on September 20 with her lustrous Italian beauty remarkably unscathed.
But this amazing bunch of survivors have more than longevity going for them. There was a time, not that long ago, when a film like The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, about an establishment that caters for troubled senior citizens, would have been regarded by film financiers and distributors as “uncommercial” and “not box office”. Yet it earned a cool $135 million worldwide. Now we await the sequel, in which Smith and Dench are joined by the 65-year-old Richard Gere, once the heart-throb hero of Pretty Woman. A further blockbuster is anticipated.
Suddenly it is cool, and no longer unfashionable, to be old. The ancient cinematic bastions of ageism are being systematically dismantled.
The later lyrics of Sinatra’s song – “But now the days grow short, I’m in the autumn of the year. And now I think of my life as vintage wine from fine old kegs” – are being spectacularly rewritten by Dames Judi, Maggie, Eileen and their magnificent band of indestructible contemporaries. 

A magnificent year for grandes dames like Judi Dench and Maggie Smith

Many of our leading actresses are turning 80 – but age has not withered their box office appeal or ability to tread the boards

By Michael Thornton

7:10AM BST 29 Aug 2014

'When I was seventeen,” as Frank Sinatra used to sing soulfully, “it was a very good year.” What is it about certain years that usher in a high percentage of extraordinarily charismatic babies destined to amaze and electrify us with their talents, and staying power?

In 1934, was there some magic glitter-dust in the air? If so, it must have been very widely disseminated, for that year has provided us with a thriving generation of spectacular octogenarians, most with eerie links banding them together.

Perhaps it was nature’s reaction to Adolf Hitler becoming the Führer of Germany that August? In answer to his screaming harangues, Hollywood produced the six-year-old Shirley Temple as the most popular star in the world.

By courtesy of 1934, the year of their arrival, two of the greatest actresses in the English language, Dame Judi Dench and Dame Maggie Smith, are about to clock up their 80th birthdays without a sign of faltering, in spite of both being challenged in recent years by health problems: Dame Judi through macular degeneration, which now requires helpers to read scripts to her, and Dame Maggie with breast cancer.

Great actresses do not always co-exist in perfect harmony. But ”Mags’’ and ”Jude’’ have always been the greatest of friends. They have also worked together, memorably and felicitously, without stealing each other’s light or thunder, adding their lustre to a number of remarkable films, including E M Forster’s A Room with A View, Tea with Mussolini, and The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, the sequel to which, The Second Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, is on its way to our screens.

Our most prolific playwright, Alan Bennett, who has created material for Dame Maggie in A Bed Among the Lentils, part of his Talking Heads season, and on stage in The Lady in the Van, and for Dame Judi in Two in Torquay, part of Bennett’s Triple Bill, arrived at his own 80th in May.

An equally distinguished British dramatist, Sir Ronald Harwood, who wrote the play Quartet, in the film version of which Maggie Smith starred in 2012, with Hollywood’s Dustin Hoffman making his directorial debut, also arrives at 80 in November.

Both Smith and Dench are blunt, down-to-earth, no-nonsense characters, not given to prevarication. Who but Dame Maggie, on inspecting bras in Fortnum and Mason in the company of the late Kenneth Williams, would have shrieked aloud: “How much? Cheaper to have ’em off!”.

But Dame Judi, a Quaker, and a piercingly forthright M in the Bond films, does not take kindly to being described as a national treasure: “I don’t like that very much, I’m afraid. That sounds pretty dusty to me. It’s Alan Bennett and I behind glass in some forgotten old cupboard. I don’t like it at all.”

A third great English actress, Dame Eileen Atkins, the equal of Dench and Smith in terms of talent and forthright style, clocked up her 80th birthday in June. She is a close friend of Dame Maggie, and I saw them together on stage in Edward Albee’s A Delicate Balance, in which Atkins displayed nerves of steel. At the climax of one scene, her bracelet suddenly broke, showering the stage with bouncing pearls. Many an actress would have been disconcerted by this mishap, but Atkins kept her cool as impeccably as the character she portrays as Martin Clunes’s aunt, Dr Ruth Ellingham, in television’s Doc Martin. Shading her eyes, as if warding off tiresome sunlight, she bent down and calmly picked up the pearls one by one, receiving a round of admiring applause from the audience.

Atkins, of course, is associated in the public mind with another of this year’s octogenarians, Jean Marsh, who was her co-creator and the star of the massively successful television series Upstairs, Downstairs, in which Marsh brilliantly played the central role of the housemaid Rose Buck. The recent attempt to revive Upstairs, Downstairs was an unhappy experience for both ladies. Atkins disliked the scripts, and it was widely felt that her character, the redoubtable Maud, Lady Holland, was a not very skilful attempt to upstage Dame Maggie Smith as the Dowager Countess of Grantham in the rival series Downton Abbey.

Atkins withdrew from Upstairs at the end of the first series, and the domineering Maud had to be killed off. This reportedly upset Jean Marsh, who had returned to her original role as Rose, and who suffered a stroke. The revival was axed, and there were suggestions that, for a time, the long and close friendship of Atkins and Marsh was under some strain.

Another of this year’s thriving octogenarians is the Scottish character actress Annette Crosbie, the long-suffering Margaret Meldrew in One Foot in the Grave, and the retired schoolteacher Jessie in the film Calendar Girls. In 1975, she played Queen Victoria in the ITV period drama Edward the Seventh in which she co-starred with Timothy West, who will be 80 in October, and who, in spite of the recent decline in health of his actress wife, Prunella Scales, is still working at full throttle as Stan Carter, the father of the host of the Queen Vic in EastEnders.

Sylvia Syms, the star of countless films since her first, as Dame Anna Neagle’s troubled offspring in My Teenage Daughter, in 1956, was 80 in January. She continues to work, and memorably portrayed the late Queen Mother to Dame Helen Mirren’s Elizabeth II in The Queen, in 2006. But she says: “People who see me in all these films on television think I must have earned a fortune. The truth is very different. For Ice Cold in Alex, I received the glorious sum of £30 a week!” When they filmed Victim, in 1961, Syms was the only British female star brave enough to play opposite Dirk Bogarde as the wife of a homosexual barrister.

This year ushers in a galaxy of 80-year-old superstars. They include Shirley MacLaine, Dame Maggie Smith’s American protagonist in Downton Abbey; Richard Chamberlain, who came to fame as television’s dashing Dr Kildare, but was compelled by studio pressure to remain a closet gay until he bravely came out in his autobiography, Shattered Love, in 2003; Barry Humphries, creator of the immortal Dame Edna Everage; John Standing, still such a fine actor that few people know that he is a baronet; the original ”sex kitten’’, Brigitte Bardot; and Sophia Loren, who arrives at her 80th birthday on September 20 with her lustrous Italian beauty remarkably unscathed.

But this amazing bunch of survivors have more than longevity going for them. There was a time, not that long ago, when a film like The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, about an establishment that caters for troubled senior citizens, would have been regarded by film financiers and distributors as “uncommercial” and “not box office”. Yet it earned a cool $135 million worldwide. Now we await the sequel, in which Smith and Dench are joined by the 65-year-old Richard Gere, once the heart-throb hero of Pretty Woman. A further blockbuster is anticipated.

Suddenly it is cool, and no longer unfashionable, to be old. The ancient cinematic bastions of ageism are being systematically dismantled.

The later lyrics of Sinatra’s song – “But now the days grow short, I’m in the autumn of the year. And now I think of my life as vintage wine from fine old kegs” – are being spectacularly rewritten by Dames Judi, Maggie, Eileen and their magnificent band of indestructible contemporaries. 

(Source: telegraph.co.uk)

dame judi drench

(i hate the host’s faux british accent because it’s done mockingly)

judi dench at 2014 hay festival
judi dench at the 2014 hay festival
judi dench and david mills at the premiere of philomena
judi dench at the 2014 olivier awards
judi on the graham norton show promoting skyfall with daniel craig and javier bardem
judi dench at the premiere of philomena

judi at the 2014 bafta awards

according to this, judi was in sag harbor this week
Dame Judi Dench at the Sag Harbor Baking Company on Thursday…
the second best exotic marigold hotel