Marina de Van, In My Skin: Her character forecast the total annihilation of identity in Western culture, so alienated by the electronic age, even gender is a mystery. Perhaps the best performance of all-time, either by a male or female, the most convincing psychological breakdown ever presented on film. When I see all the lost souls around me, without any authentic sense of self, I am reminded of de Van's character, who literally cannibalizes her own identity.
Ann Savage, Detour: The wildest, most over-the-top femme fatale in all of Film Noir. She’s got dirty hair and a dirtier mouth and an even dirtier mind. All gas, no brakes in this madwoman's performance.
Brigitte Bardot, Contempt: We first see her as her husband's naked play thing, but as her contempt for her husband grows, she morphs from affectionate wife to silent antagonist. Not regarded as a serious actress, she delivers here the most nuanced and compelling portrait of existential disillusionment in screen history.
Barbara Hershey, The Entity: Playing a victim of supernatural rape, she make this hard-to-believe story completely believable with her lacerating portrayal of both physical and psychological trauma.
Franka Potente, Run Lola Run: Physically demanding and emotionally resonant, her performance meets the demands of the script's breakneck pacing. With a raw authenticity that makes her character's desperation seem real, she lifts the film from simple thriller to an existential meditation on destiny.
Honorable mention: Elizabeth Taylor, Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? and Kristen Stewart, Love Lies Bleeding.
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