Renée Kathleen Zellweger sounds like a mouthful.

There's those pursed lips, to recollect from her Texas roots chainsaw
break, Tom Cruise provided, in Jerry McQuire ... her competition being
among others Winona Ryder.

And there's that same fragile suggestion of underlying sweetness which
cements Jerry McQuire, to an elderly Renee, now approximating Judy's
final days. Renée is though, in accounting an actresses career, much
younger: Judy was something of a Michael Jackson performing early
along in establish herself, by The Wizard of Oz, exclusive to
nine-year's training in MGM stables , whereas Renée lived with a
normal family, coming under thespian influences from her own sails
from Austin's university tutelage.

As the film depicts when Mayer's reminds a young Judy of unusual
expected maturity, her humble roots otherwise being apparent, being
from whitetrash if and in continuing contingencies to maintain her
tenuous station as Princess of Entertainment.

Judy is not, never has been a child reared of other than her stage
value;- for sustenance, an American tradition, she's effectively
reared on drugs. As well depicted from Renée's depiction. The
culmination and fall of a subsequent career, Judy's transition to
singer as performer, her final entourage at the time located in
England, whereupon she shortly after succumbs to depart a life she's
largely portrayed as tired and disappointed by its travails and
hardships.

It's the straight poop to a makings of a tragedy: One day cock of the
roost, next a feather-duster. And all from that sweet mouthful of
Renée, opposite Cruise, now considerably matured for it.