My Story by Ann-Margret
My life assumed an eerie parallel to the movie. At one point Bobbie despairs that she can no longer continue solely as a receptacle for Jonathan’s needs, despairs over the time she spends in bed, warning, “I’m already up to fifteen hours a day. Pretty soon it’s gonna be twenty-four.” By that time, I’d capitulated to the character. I spent hours at night pacing the bathroom, depressed, teetering on the brink of a breakdown, and hoping I made it through the movie. This was part of the metamorphosis I had to go through in order to play Bobbie. Roger and I had long ago discussed the possible changes that would ensue, the alteration of my personality. He knew that to play a character as complex as Bobbi I had to feel like her. Be her.