Sunday Best
Like so many of us, I was shocked and saddened to hear of the great Catherine O’Hara’s death at the end of January at the age of 71. And though Sunday Best is a style column, it seemed appropriate to pay tribute to her here, particularly through her unforgettable persona as Moira Rose on “Schitt’s Creek.” Moira, who sashayed regally through the small town in which she’s stranded as if perpetually navigating invisible paparazzi, wore exclusively black and white — colors, apparently, were for lesser people. Costume designer Debra Hanson clothed her in a vast array of complicated, often avant-garde outfits that always were, like Moira, a lot. Yet O’Hara wore them with a delicate swagger; you sensed the pleasure this down-but-not-out woman took in her clothing, as relics from better days.
Moira Rose, with her imperiously unplaceable accent and unforgettable turns of phrase (I loved her asking her son David, in stentorian tones, why he was acting like “a disgruntled pelican”), was a unique comic creation, not least because O’Hara so delicately and carefully let us see, in the tiniest glimpses, her heart. “It is all but impossible to explain why things happen the way they do,” intoned an ecclesiastically-garbed Moira at David’s wedding. “Our lives are like little bébé crows carried upon a curious wind, and all we can wish for our families, for those we love, is that that wind will eventually place us on solid ground.” May that wind carry O’Hara, with gentleness and gratitude, to a peaceful rest.
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