It’s horrible””or, cynics might say, fortuitous””timing for Ms. Sarandon, who has been busy promoting “The Lovely Bones,” in which she plays the glamorous grandmother of the dead teenager who narrates the film. In Alice Sebold’s book, on which the movie is based, Grandma Lynn wears lots of makeup and a secondhand mink and swoops in to rescue a family collapsing into grief and despair. Along the way, she endeavors to stop her daughter from blowing up her marriage via an affair with a brooding detective. “I know something is going on that isn’t kosher,” she tells her daughter. “Capisce?”
Capisce, we do. Ms. Sarandon, whose seemingly golden “domestic partnership” with Mr. Robbins was the stuff of Hollywood legend, is desirous of preserving marriages on screen, but not so much in real life. She famously declined to wed Mr. Robbins, the father of her two sons, because she worried such a stuffy and archaic ritual might harm their relationship.
‘”I won’t marry because I am too afraid of taking him for granted, or him taking me for granted,” she once said. “Maybe it will be a good excuse for a party when I am 80.”