Merely by the act of existing, Cher, high priestess of charisma that she is, brings me joy. That she won an Oscar while wearing a naked revenge dress (she’d already suffered a couple Academy snubs) for playing the indomitable Loretta Castorini opposite a wolfish Nicolas Cage in the sublime 1987 film Moonstruck sends me…to the moon.
It’s not just her speech, the first word of which is “Uh,” or how that’s followed by “now I want to really say something” and a wild cackle, and then Cher modestly thanking some nice folks, including fellow Best Actress nominee Meryl Streep. It’s also how, when Paul Newman first reads Cher’s name on the card, Streep leaps from her seat to cheer for her. It’s the knowing nods that other nominees Holly Hunter and Glenn Close offer. It’s Cher’s beatific grin, how her cheekbones jut up towards the heavens, as she takes the moment in. It’s how, with a regal toss of her shawl, which (correctly) does nothing to cover her nakedness, she jangles her way to the stage to accept her statue. It’s how she loses an earring on the way, but by the power vested in Cher, this lopsidedness works.
And finally, it’s how Cher ends her speech on a vulnerable note: “I don’t think that this means I am somebody, but I guess I’m on my way.” You better believe it. —Sarah Rense