On Saturday 20 March, 1993, Miranda Richardson was on the brink of true stardom. It was nine days before the Oscars, a few days before voting closed. She was nominated for her role as a betrayed woman in Damage, one of three wildly different characters she’d played in major Oscar films that year, including an IRA terrorist in The Crying Game, and a muted, unfulfilled wife in Enchanted April, for which she’d already won a Golden Globe. If ever there was a moment when worldwide recognition as the next Meryl Streep was in reach, this was it.
But that night, she had another honour too: hosting the hugely popular US sketch show Saturday Night Live. And, very deliberately, she decided to shoot herself in the foot. Instead of simply showcasing her comedic talents (as seen in everything from Blackadder to Ab Fab to Harry Potter), she used it to ridicule the charm offensive required by the Hollywood...
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