That reminds me of when my cat died. I opened the door, and he ran out. He got knocked down. But I never knew. He just kept on disappearing all the time, wanting to go out. He was never like this before. You know? He weren’t at all well, my Neighbour said. His back legs kept falling down. And that is when screamed and he collapsed and he rolled over into a Epileptic fit. My Neighbours rushed to the Vet. But he passed away. I was crying waiting for my Neighbour, and cried when they got back. This was in year 2006. When I was aged 18. Now I am 36 years old. I still cry, every time I think about it. So I can understand Sister Jude’s point of view, about it. You know? xxxx 😀😀 💓💓
I just saw her on Broadway (again) and the entire show was like watching a 2-hour long squirrel monologue. LOL I just sat there in total awe. She's the best.
You know when I was a child I’d come home after school to an empty house. My father had flown the coop, my mother worked as a maid in a hotel. It was lonely. So I brought in a baby squirrel, I’d found and kept him in a shoebox. And then one day when I came home, he looked sickly. He was dead already but I didn’t know that. I’d forgotten to, feed him, for a couple of days. So I took him out of the box and I laid him on the table, and I prayed, my heart out, for several hours. And when my mother came home and found us she screamed bloody murder and she picked him up and threw him in the garbage. huh. She worked hard my mother, she was exhausted and she couldn’t have known how cruel that was. But I cried and cried saying “god didn’t answer my prayers”. Huh. I remember, my mother was pouring herself a whiskey, the Morton family cure for everything. She looked at me and laughed “god always answers our prayers Judy, it’s just rarely, the answer we’re looking for”. It’s over for me Frank. My goose is cooked.
When I was a child, I’d come home after school to an empty house. My father had flown the coop, my mother worked as a maid in a hotel. It was lonely, so I brought in a baby squirrel I’d found and kept it in a shoebox. And then one day, when I can home, he looked... sickly. He was dead already, but I didn’t know that. I’d forgotten to feed him for a couple days. So I layed him out on the table and I prayed my heart out for several hours. When my mother came home and found us she screamed bloody murder and picked him up and threw him in the garbage. She worked hard my mother. She couldn’t have known how cruel that was, but I cried and cried, saying “god didn’t answer my prayers.” I remember, my mother, she was pouring herself a whiskey- the Martin family cute for everything- she looked at me and laughed. “God always answers our prayers, Judy. It’s just rarely the answer we’re looking for.
Unica y dueña de un talento enorme para el monologo dramatico atrapa nos podera con su relato y los tonos de voces que propone a la intencidad de su histrionismo...Jessica una genia de la interpretacion❤ le pertenesco!!!...
1:40-2:15 is brilliant, especially the way she says “it’s just rarely the answer we’re looking for.” Her facial expressions are magnificent. You can see her remembering those painful moments in every eye movement and muscle contraction on her face.
I just cannot fathom how Jessica Lange did not win an Emmy for her work on AHS-Season 2. She was just phenomenal in the role of Sister Jude and her trajectory for the character was spellbinding!
Because she already won the previous year for playing Constance Langdon so they wanted to spread it out. They gave the award to James Cromwell instead, and he was great too.
