TORONTO - Even just five months ago, in the late-summer days of the Toronto International Film Festival, audiences who saw Albert Nobbs knew: Glenn Close, Oscar nomination.
On Tuesday, their presentiment was borne out, and how could it not be?
As the title character of the small-budgeted, bighearted tale of a late-19th-century Dubliner who spends her life disguised as a man, Close is funny, poignant, and so deep into her role that you forget you're watching the psycho-stalker of Fatal Attraction, the debauched aristo of Dangerous Liaisons, the lethal litigator of TV's Damages.
Instead, you're looking at a tiny, timid creature - so lost in the quiet order of her lonely life, so fearful of being found out - that she does everything she can to not be there. Close's Nobbs never looks anyone in the eye, never raises his/her voice, never makes a fuss.