Charlize was more Shirley MacLaine than Audrey Hepburn.
In 1999, Vanity Fair interviewed her in the Four Columns Inn in Newfane, Vermont, while she was filming The Cider House Rules. Sipping at a cocktail, she suddenly wolfed down the onion. “That was very Swan Lake,” she quipped.
Did she miss dancing?
“I still dream about it a lot. There’s something great about the mirror when you’re a dancer. People think it’s vain, but it’s not. Your brain and your body are in partnership, and the mirror is what connects the two.
“I finally gave away all my dance costumes a year ago. Even my flamenco ones. There’s a harshness about ballet in that it is very controlled. I could explore my sexuality, letting it all go, in the flamenco classes.”
Perhaps Charlize was thinking of a remark by Brigitte Bardot: “Flamenco dancing is like making love.” As a young model in Europe, Charlize had met this pouting former French pin-up girl, now a wrinkled, sunburnt old lady, in her home in La Madrague, St Tropez.
In July 2008, shortly before her thirty-third birthday, Charlize was willing to swoon for the camera like Bardot in rooi rose magazine. Also in July, she posed for the British GQ, draped in nothing more than a silk sheet and in a tight-fitting dress in a stretchy material while adjusting her breast with her hand. She looked beautiful and classy.
The knee injury, like any stumbling block in her life, did not put an end to Charlize’s dreams, but forced her to make her final big move to Los Angeles. In 2000, she said about this decision: “I thought I would be a dancer my entire life. It wasn’t like I grew up and thought I was gonna be an actor. I was a ballerina and that’s all I wanted to be because I got to go on stage and tell stories and entertain. When I was in New York in ’93, I realised that my knees were not going to keep up with me anymore. You’re eighteen years old and all of a sudden you feel like you’re sixty and your first career is over . . . That was a pretty bad time for me to realise that I was only eighteen and my whole life was in front of me, and I had to just go and take that journey [to Hollywood].”
That journey was her final destination, for on 12 February 1992 she had already told Rooi Rose that what she really wanted to do was to get a taste of the fame and glamour of Hollywood.
Los Angeles, 1993
There are people who blame Charlize for cultivating an illusion of Africa or “the farm” to achieve success. But can you achieve success any other way in the city of illusions than by portraying your own illusion convincingly?
Johan Rossouw, Beeld
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