Published in Press and Journal 30 May 2011
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Who can forget Jolene and Islands In The Stream? Ah, I’ve always loved those massive hits of Dolly Parton. Oh, come on. She’s fantastic. I know some people think she is a bit cheesy but that’s Americans for you. They are all kind of loud and lacking in good taste.
Except Michelle Obama who doesn’t say very much at the best of times even when the wind is blowing her hair all over the place and she is beginning to look like a haystack and making Prince Philip have a fit of the giggles.
Or when the band starts playing the national anthem when her husband is speaking and she realises it’s all going a bit pear-shaped. Or when she’s pressed into service handing out the lettuce at posh barbecues. The look on her face between the forced smiles. Classic.
Now they are planning a film about the life of Ms Parton. However, they still haven’t found someone suitable for the role – or rather someone who is suitable to the subject of the film. They need someone who has massive, er, personality and presence. Apparently, Pamela Anderson had a couple of things in her favour but “someone” isn’t too keen on her.
The makers are getting a bit desperate. They have even considered Barbara Windsor although “someone” thinks she is far too old. Wonder who that could be? Shame, you can just see Babs swaggering on with an accent from Smoky Mountain, Tennessee, telling a bunch of cowboys to “get outta my pub”.
Er, no. I’m getting mixed up. Just forget I said that.
Reese Witherspoon was deemed unsuitable because someone said “she would need a big, old bra”. Poor girl. I am sure she could afford to get one of those if they chose her. Go on, give it to her, Doll. But no.
Someone suggested that other willowy American songbird Taylor Swift. Wee Dolly’s reaction was classic.
“You’d have to saw her legs off at the knees and get her a boob job to play me.” Oh, meeaaaow.
Now I amn’t actually sure what one of those jobs is but let’s just keep the carpentry tools away from Ms Parton for a while, eh?
Amazingly, on the list of possibles who look a little like Dolly, with your eyes closed and the curtains drawn presumably, was Camilla, the Duchess of Cornwall. They had really put her on a list to ask her if she would like to audition. As if.
I can imagine the phone ringing in Clarence House and Prince Charles answering. He says she’s not in but he’ll take a message. Does he think his wife would like to play Dolly Parton in a movie? Dolly who? Well, he didn’t know but he would certainly ask. What was this Ms Parton best known for?
The songs 9 to 5, Here You Come Again and Applejack? No, he didn’t think he’d ever heard these. Anything else? I Will Always Love You. He thought he’d certainly heard the Duchess hum that one some time back.
They were not to worry about any obvious differences. They would carry out all necessary “enhancements”, the producer says. The prince is puzzled. What could that be all about? Soon after, Camilla comes in from Harrods, weighed down with shopping. She was expecting a call from that Lorna woman at the Harris Tweed Authority. Any calls while she was out?
Nope. Oh, someone phoned to see if she would play some singer in a movie. Dick Barton? Something like that. The one with the enormous hits. She could phone them back. The number was on the sideboard. Will Camilla defy convention? The world is waiting for her answer.
Actually, I think I’ll just ask her myself on Thursday. She got the call from the Harris Tweed crowd and Camilla and the prince are going to be in Stockinish down in deepest, darkest Harris to have a look round a loomshed. I think I’ll take a turn down there with Mrs X. I’ll get her to chat up their security guys – she seems to be really good at that sort of thing – and then I’ll slip into the shed while Charles is on the loom and Camilla is filling a few bobbans. I’ll just ask her outright if she’s going to go for it. Easy peasy.
If Camilla turns down this magnificent offer, they’re stuck. I was going to suggest they get Chris or Janet, two blonde bombshells at Isles FM in Stornoway. Mind you, these two would probably want too much money. So I understand Dolly’s answer may be to play herself. Brilliant. Why did no one else think of that?
One of the amazing true facts about Dolly is that she secretly entered a Dolly Parton lookalike competition – and lost. She glamed up a wee bit with exra make-up and bolstered her, er, assets even more than they were already, called herself Donalda and put her name in for it.
She paraded around pouting and strutting her stuff. However, the judges, who must have had a wee bevvy, thought there was someone else in that line-up who was even more like Dolly than Donalda. A guy called Hector. Poor thing. I don’t think she’s ever got over that one.
Talking about the plans for the film about her life, she explained there would have to be three actors; “a young Dolly, a teenage one and then maybe I could play the old one.” Well, I am no film producer but I too think it would be the old Dolly you are best suited for, Dollag. You are in your mid-60s now, aren’t you? That’s a bit of clue.
When I think about it, I don’t know how interesting this film will be. Even when she was young, Dolly came across as so goody-goody. She was never very rock and roll. When Dolly was talking about someone having good grass she was actually talking about their lawn.