Her
neighbours down the street include Sylvester Stallone, Dustin
Hoffman and Goldie Hawn. The view from her bedroom window is the
Pacific. And her back door is surrounded by a cluster of palm
trees. But Malibu, says Stephanie Beacham, isn't all it's cracked
up to be.
'It's
boring, very, very boring,' she insists. Fortunately this is
just the way the Buddhist actress who struck it rich in American
soaps likes it. 'It's the perfect place to come back to after
whizzing around in London or New York with the feeling that
you've earned your walks on the beach,' she says. 'It's so
quiet, you can't help feeling serene and unhurried.'
She
bought her house five years ago with the proceeds from her tours
of duty as rich bitch Sable in The Colbys and Dynasty,
hurling insults at Joan Collins. It's an airy two-storey beach
house in the modern Californian ranch style. This means white
walls, Spanish roof tiles and the neighbours' Mercedes parked
bumper-to-bumper down the road.
Inside
Stephanie has opted for corduroy cream sofas, more acres of
white walls and cool terracotta floor tiles. Her biggest
extravagance is flowers (even her idea of heavy-drinking
stretches only to six bottles of mineral water).
The
living room opens on to the obligatory sundeck, but her
favourite room is the upstairs withdrawing room - 'the peace and
quiet room,' she calls it.
Not
that the house The Colbys built would appeal to
shoulder-padded, jewel-laden Sable at all. 'Not grand enough by
half,' says the actress, currently back in the limelight as teen
idol Luke Perry's mother in Beverly Hills 90210. But
then she and superbitch Sable never did have much in common.
Talk to most showbusiness people in Hollywood and you discover
that Stephanie Beacham got to be Tinseltown's bitch of choice by
being exactly the opposite.
'She
was never late, never unprepared, she always knew her marks,'
says her Colbys co-star Charlton Heston. As for Luke
Perry, he's so enamoured of Stephanie the Beverly Hills
90210 director has to keep reminding him not to gaze so
fondly at her on camera.
In
addition to such testimonials, there is her charity work for the
deaf (Stephanie is deaf in one ear). You begin to wonder if in
person she won't turn out to be too good to be true. Fortunately
there's a welcome asperity about her. At 46, she still wears
leather jackets and isn't embarrassed to talk about parts that
make actresses look less than glamorous - like Vanessa Redgrave
in Howard's End. 'Yes, but Vanessa Redgrave's always
been terribly keen on having a red nose and sniffing a lot,
hasn't she?' says Stephanie with deadpan seriousness. 'She even
had a red nose in Camelot. I remember it well.'
She
talks of her own soap appearances in the plummy, never-say-die
tones of a latter-day Joyce Grenfell who's been given the task
of coaching the ailing sixth-form netball team.
'I
know I can probably make a rubbishy old script work better than
most so in I go, get my lines two days before filming, dash into
wardrobe to sort out my costume changes, remark on what pretty
petticoats I've got to wear and what nice people I'm working
with, thank everybody for treating me so well, and then just
wing it.'
Despite
this no-nonsense manner, at the start of her career Stephanie
was unofficially black-listed as a troublemaker and a promising
film career disappeared before her eyes. 'I've not really talked
about this before, but Sam Peckinpah told me there was a black
mark against me in Hollywood because I was so unco-operative
with publicity. I was an arrogant little thing when I left RADA
and I just didn't see the point of publicity back then and I
wouldn't do anything I didn't want to do, so the word went
around and that was that.'
One
reason for her unpopularity was her high-minded refusal to pose
for Playboy in 1971 to help promote The Nightcomers,
in which she romped naked with Marlon Brando. Stephanie didn't
help matters much by promptly turning round a year later and
posing for Playboy just because she 'fancied it'. The
Academy of Motion Picture Science and Arts Library in Beverly
Hills has the pictures in its archives. They depict a radiant
Stephanie ('child of the counter-culture') entirely denuded,
save for a negligible fur coat, a daffodil and a brace of
puppies.
'I
suppose I wanted to show I was my own person' she says today.
'Also, when they phoned me, I was in a swimming pool in Jamaica
and had about three bits of string on me at the time. They said,
"Will you do Playboy?" I said, "I'm
practically doing it now."
'The
thing is, I was just so unrealistic about the business then. I'd
left RADA saying I'd make sensitive French films - not American
ones because they're crude - I wouldn't do television, of
course, and I'd work for the better theatres. Not a West End
run, but the National Theatre, the Royal Court, that sort of
thing. I didn't have a clue.' She soon got one. After stints
with the RSC and the National Theatre and on British television
in Tenko and Connie, she accepted the part of
Beverly Hills harridan Sable in The Colbys.
The
part had already been turned down by Faye Dunaway, Angie
Dickinson and Diana Rigg, so it looked to be the career move of
someone who had lost all their pretensions. But it did pay
$20,000 a week.
'I
took The Colbys because I was too broke not to,' was her
explanation at the time. You wonder, though, if, after half a
dozen years of interchangeable roles in multiple miniseries, she
isn't beginning to feel somewhat stuck in a rut?
'Do
you know, I don't know what I'm going to be doing next,' she
says cautiously, 'but I do think that more of the same will get
just a little bit tired very soon.'
As
for Beverly Hills 90210, she jovially tells the story of
being offered the part of Luke Perry's mum, apparently at the
suggestion of Jason Priestley, who'd worked with her on the
failed sitcom Sister Kate. 'Jas was my man,' she says,
dropping into dead-on impersonation. 'He called Aaron Spelling
and said, "Aaron, my man, it's Beacham for Luke's mum,
isn't it?"
'So
here we are, and we get on so-ooo well,' she adds, suddenly all
mushy. 'Luke's lovely. Lovely, lovely, lovely,' she croons. 'And
he's very cuddly, so we cuddle a lot. And he's surviving so well
for being so much in the spotlight. From picking potatoes, or
whatever he was doing a year ago, to just being the hottest
thing that ever frowned - I mean, please...'
The
little reverie out of the way, though, and Stephanie puts her
tongue very firmly back in her cheek when I ask her about the
character she plays. 'Well, I'm this dreadful hippie person
who's always talking about auras and crystals and things,' she
says. 'And I'm very hurt because Luke won't call me Mum. He
calls me Iris. That's very hurtful to be called Iris. Can you
imagine?'
Stephanie
Beacham's obviously rather more proud of the bits of theatre,
like a Los Angeles revival of The Vortex, she's fitted
in among her television appearances over the last few years.
'The Vortex,' she says, 'was a jolly nice thing to have
done.' And although she once told an interviewer she was
perfectly happy to get her 'quota of grown-up, creative
stimulation' from her real life, which includes daughters
Phoebe, 17, and Chloe, 15, she also expresses a shy hope for a
good film part or two.
One
day she says she'd like to be disciplined enough to write a
script of her own: 'I think all of us have got some sensitive,
little well-observed film inside us, haven't we? It's just how
the hell do you get anyone to pay for it? But wouldn't it be
nice to have something where you could say: "I stand behind
this with full integrity and without a sneer."