When Jackie Hoffman gets angry, we get happy.
The hilarious actor/comic/singer specializes in wonderfully sour observations which spin humor out of gloom, plus she’s a Broadway veteran thanks to shows like Hairspray, Xanadu, The Addams Family, and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (which is closing next week).
What’s more, Jackie was Emmy nominated for playing Joan Crawford’s housekeeper in Feud, bringing a winning, no-bull practicality to the role.
It’s part of the Outlandish Festival, because everything there has to have “Out” in it. It’s a church because when you think Jackie Hoffman, you think church. It’s called the Sunshine Cathedral.
Maybe it’s where Anita Bryant stops by to pray.
No, it’s gonna be a lot of gay people.
I hope so.
It’s titled What Ever Happened to Jackie’s Emmy?
Laura Dern took it.
No, I think she deserved it. But I’m not arguing against gays who say it was stolen.
It’s my Esther role.
I didn’t get the Emmy.
It’s given me material. But I mean my phone ain’t ringing off the walls. Tomorrow is another day…of silence.
That would be a no.
I know. [A producer of] Feud had a bit part in a film for me, but it was Tony-voting season and for some reason, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory thought they would be swarmed with Tony voters [so they wouldn’t let her out to do the film]. They wanted me to play a drug counselor with Steve Carrell.
My hip is relieved, my heart is sad.
There’s like 10 flights of stairs to get to the dressing room and there’s a lot of climbing, running, and jumping. It’s the most physical show I’ve ever done.
No, I have not.
On what—my general misery persona or my career?
I don’t know. They say if you go to L.A., a Tony nomination means nothing, but the good thing is everyone in L.A. thinks I’ve been nominated for a Tony. “Oh, you’ve been on Broadway? You’ve been nominated.”
Oh, God. I’m not that old. A picture at Sardi’s would be nice.
Sometimes it’s genuine. The darkness is genuine.
All the time.
It’s a badge of terror. Judy Gold had me do a benefit for a school of hers, and it was right around when that nanny slit the kid’s throat. They said they went to fancy schools and were good at communication. I said, “If they were that good at communication, they should have said, ’I think they shouldn’t slit our throats right now.'” It was amazing. I got an actual “Ahh.”
Yes, I’ll call them a cult—or a sect or a gaggle—a flock.
Oh, god, talk about getting depressed. Performing at gay nursing homes.
I wrote a new opening number for Lincoln Center and I think I’m going to do it in Fort Lauderdale. I sing about how I’m not going to talk about it.
It has to have a lot more music because it is the American Songbook. But we do have a joke on top, that we’re making it the American Talkbook.
I could, but I won’t.
I don’t think I’m good enough to do something without being funny. My director thought of me doing a [late bawdy entertainer] Belle Barth act.
I feel like what I got from Nathan Lane is there always seems to be a pall of misery, but there’s a special kind reserved for the stage.
Misery is stasis. There are moments of fun and sometimes it’s a joy. I need the yin and yang of having a place to go and coming home from it.