When I heard the news of Shelley Duvall’s death, I immediately began searching for a beloved, 55-second supercut from the 1980s children’s television show Faerie Tale Theatre.
“Hello! I’m Shelley Duvall. Hello! I’m Shelley Duvall. Hello! I’m Shelley Duvall.” Each new costume and setting seemingly ups the fanciful weirdness of these introductory remarks. For one second, she sits on a giant beanstalk. A few seconds later, she’s astride a horse. Later she stands, dressed in an Old Testament cloak, against a cloudy red sky.
This strange repetition is also completely true. Every one of those Shelleys is Shelley Duvall — her career was evidence of her shape-shifting abilities. In Robert Altman’s films alone, she played a mail-order bride, a Nashville groupie, a spinach aficionado’s love interest and a Palm Springs health spa worker.
And, according to San Francisco’s 4 Star Theater, “she was funny and tragic and alien and vulnerable on screen in a way few actors are able to master fully.”