While most television actresses find themselves hopelessly playing the same role over and over again, Loni Anderson has managed (over the course of a career spanning nearly four decades) to avoid the pitfalls of the typecasting couch altogether. Perhaps it’s her ever-changing, chameleon-like exterior, combined with her commitment to fully inhabiting each character from the outside in. Perhaps it’s her mastery of a wide variety of accents, be they standard, dialectic, or California blonde. Whatever the reason, watching Loni ply her craft is akin to taking a masterclass in American performance styles.
Observe, as she effortlessly evokes the deepest range of human emotion, without so much as batting a false eyelash:
As far as we at Classic Gay Sitcoms are concerned, the so-called “fine actresses” of the world — the Streeps, the Therons, the Tina Feys — are a dime a dozen, what with their bags of tricks and phony baloney line readings. What Anderson does — between looking directly at the camera, turning her head slightly to the left, and wearing various types of bikini tops — is art.