Jill Clayburgh stayed with me as a result of a single performance, in her break-out film, Paul Mazursky’s An Unmarried Woman (1978). When I heard she passed yesterday at age 66, I was unexpectedly saddened.
Her work was quirkily intelligent, and I respected that at the height of her fame she made the bold choice of appearing in Bernardo Bertolucci’s Luna (1979) when she easily had her pick of vehicles with more mass appeal. Last saw her in 2006’s Running with Scissors (in a sort of scary role, sad really) and was reminded of what a shame it was that the arc of her career fell to such mediocrity. So as “Erica Benton” she shall remain.