My hero. A leading lady that didn’t exist simply as a counterpart for the male protagonist but had complexities, depth, quirks of her own that could barely contain the confines of a screen. She was pure vitality and somehow exuded the confidence of that while being achingly vulnerable. I’ll never forget watching THE scene (tennis club lobby, obviously) for the first time and proceeding to watch over and over again. This was the spontaneity always talked about in class. She didn’t seem to plan choices but rather rode the wave of her emotions and impulses. Beyond that, her first memoir made an indelible mark on me. She made it okay to be a woman who asked a little more out of life than being in the passenger seat. Thank you, Diane ❤️
