“I was told to become more feminine—it drove me crazy,” remarked Diane Keaton in a 2017 interview with Radio Times. It’s not hard to imagine studio execs scratching their heads, wondering what to do with a young Keaton in 1972, when she starred in her first film—Woody Allen’s Play It Again, Sam—she looked more like someone you’d bump into in a New York bookstore or the philosophy department of a stuffy university than a Hollywood starlet.
Clad in trousers too big, shirts too loose, and hats too both of the above, Diane Keaton was, from the outset, an iconoclast. And while it’s that precise quality she’s been celebrated for for at least my entire life, it wasn’t always that way.
