There was a bit of a delay waiting for Jill Clayburgh to take her place along with Shelley Duvall. The makeup lady appeared and touched up both women’s faces. Like nearly all film actors I’d ever met, there was something outsized about the features of each woman. Clayburgh’s mouth was disproportionately wide. While Duvall, thin as a needlefish, was as tall-necked as Alice after eating the caterpillar’s mushroom.
