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Feud B+ Feud Season 1 Created by Ryan Murphy (based on the screenplay. Best Actress. by Jaffe Cohen and Michael Zam) Starring Jessica Lange, Susan Sarandon, Judy Davis, Jackie Hoffman, Alfred Molina, Stanley Tucci, Alison Wright, Kiernan Shipka Debuts Sunday, March 5, at 10 p.m. Eastern on FX Format Hour-long limited series. Five episodes watched for review


There’s a bit of metacommentary to be read into the core of Feud: Bette And Joan, the first season of Ryan Murphy’s latest turn at the FX anthology wheel. Hollywood is seemingly finished with the series’ main characters, Bette Davis (Susan Sarandon) and Joan Crawford (Jessica Lange), sensations of the studio era whose stars are dimming at the dawn of the 1960s. Opportunities for Murphy never really dried up the way they had for Davis and Crawford prior to their taut onscreen (and fraught off-screen) team-up in What Ever Happened To Baby Jane?, but an American Horror Story rut and the tepid response to Scream Queens made it look like Murphy’s ship might have sailed.

Then American Crime Story: The People V. O.J. Simpson happened, and the best show of 2016 contained a nuance heretofore unseen in previous Murphy projects. (American Horror Story had a decent ’16, too.) It was a needed boost to Murphy’s career and reputation, just as All About Eve or Mildred Pierce was to Davis’ or Crawford’s. Which makes Feud his What Ever Happened To Baby Jane?: A delectably campy crowd pleaser with big names and even bigger performances. It’s been a minute since Murphy successfully tapped the side of him that played “The Name Game” in a mental-health facility, but it also seems like Feud: Bette And Joan is the TV show he’s been working up to his entire career. His is the name on the marquee, but the supporting cast can’t be discounted: Tim Minear, ever the most skilled tamer of Murphy’s whims, pitches in on the scripts, which are rooted in the screenplay Best Actress by Jaffe Cohen and Michael Zam.


And that’s all before you get to the leading, feuding ladies. This ain’t Lange’s first time at the Ryan Murphy rodeo, and the gusto that’s often made her the only watchable part of American Horror Story is on full display here, along with the depth of feeling that garnered her a pair of Emmys in those shallower roles. Sarandon’s the newcomer, but her brassy take on Davis makes her feel right at home in the Murphyverse, whether she’s confessing her loneliness to Baby Jane director Robert Aldrich (Alfred Molina), sparring with her co-star or her daughter (Kiernan Shipka as B.D. Merrill), or casually mixing a martini while on the phone with Olivia De Havilland (Catherine Zeta-Jones).

Casually Mixing A Martini While On The Phone With Olivia De Havilland would make an excellent alternative subtitle for this installment of Feud. (Equally fitting: Mid-Atlantic Accents: The TV Show.) Aesthetically, the five episodes screened for critics are wall-to-wall glamour, composed of cavernous studio offices, on-set intrigue, and bathroom ice chests stocked with vodka. The Hollywood publicity machine has always masked dysfunction in stardust—in Feud, the dysfunction and the stardust go hand in hand, and no one’s trying to make you look at one instead of the other. Bette and Joan are set at odds by their decorating styles (Davis: high-class rustic; Crawford: plastic on the furniture) and chosen liquors (Crawford prefers the clear stuff to Davis’ browns) as much as their differing opinions and philosophies. Actors, directors, studio heads like Jack Warner (Stanley Tucci, a hoot), and trade reporters like Hedda Hopper (Judy Davis, doubly so): All are in the business of spinning fables, and the sheer degree of artifice on display in Feud is fascinating.


And below that most superficial of surfaces, there’s critique of Tinsel Town ageism, sexism, and homophobia, the sort of “science fiction but in the past” material that was Mad Men’s stock in trade. (Echoes of that previous show abound, but not even Don Draper could make a highball and a cigarette look as sexy and satisfying as, well, practically everyone on Feud.) Subtext is an Achilles’ heel that The People V. O.J. Simpson finally healed for Murphy, and though Bette And Joan doesn’t represent a full recovery, it lands some clever jabs at the staus quo through depictions of the stars’ insecurities and beauty regimens, one conspicuously and consciously lifted from Mommie Dearest, the previous gold standard for dismantling Crawford’s public persona. But just as it equates the stardust and the dysfunction, Feud doesn’t attempt a full salvage job on Crawford—and Lange’s tenacious performance wouldn’t let it, either. Her Joan gets to be a more sympathetic figure than Faye Dunaway’s, prone to rage, envy, and pettiness, but also shown to be living in soul-crushing isolation (scenes set in her home are shot to emphasize its loneliness) near the end of a career and a life that would twist the humanity out of the sturdiest of souls. Lange’s Joan is a large, fearsome presence, but she’s not the monster in cold cream screaming at Christine Crawford about proper garment care.

The pre-caricatured nature of all parties involved helps Feud sidestep characterization pitfalls that snared earlier Murphy projects. Bette And Joan takes place in the mythical old Hollywood that only exists in the nether regions between the history books and the gossip columns. Watching the series is akin to looking at a slide show of Golden Age glamour shots while Hedda Hopper and Kenneth Anger unload dump trucks full of dirt over the soundtrack. They’d make a better Greek chorus than De Havilland and Joan Blondell (Kathy Bates), who frame the events from the vantage point of a 1970s documentary about Crawford. Those tiresome flashforwards are more like Wikipedia butting its way into the voiceover booth, a biopic’s predilection for putting too fine a point on information and situations that are more elegantly telegraphed by Sarandon’s and Lange’s performances. It’s a device that enlivened and elevated the most recent edition of American Horror Story, and it contributes to the way in which Feud playfully blurs fact and fiction, but it’s unnecessary. But it wouldn’t be a Ryan Murphy production without at least one element you’ll want to flick off the screen.


Reviews by Gwen Ihnat will run weekly.