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Dixie Chick

With a move from proper English Miss to Tumbleweeds’ footloose Southern belle, Janet McTeer proves she can talk the talk

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When Tumbleweeds made its debut last winter at the Sundance Film Festival, a few people found themselves a bit flustered. One fan — charmed by Janet McTeer’s lead performance as a high-strung North Carolina mama with a cornpone-coated heart — raised his hand during a post-screening Q&A to offer an observation. ”You the sweetest Southern girl I ever seen,” he shouted. ”Ain’t you my cousin?”

”I rather think not,” McTeer responded, ”unless you mean the south of England.”

That a Royal Academy of Dramatic Art-trained thespian could so convincingly transform into a fried green tomato may explain why McTeer, 38, is being touted as an early Oscar contender (having Fine Line and powerhouse PR firm PMK pushing her for a nomination doesn’t hurt either). Last month, McTeer’s scalding work in Tumbleweeds — a dysfunctional mother-and-daughter road flick now opening across the country — won her a Best Actress trophy at the Fort Lauderdale Film Festival. Don’t laugh. Those tiny regional awards have a way of predicting who gets a date with the little gold man. Nor was that the first time McTeer had taken home a statue: She’s already packing a Tony from her 1997 Broadway revival of Ibsen’s A Doll’s House.

”I’d never even been to America,” McTeer says of her journey from the moors of England to the New York stage and beyond. ”I’d done quite a lot of arty-farty BBC stuff, but I wasn’t exactly a big commercial kind of girl. As far as I was concerned, I was coming to do my little play and go home.”

That return ticket took some time to get punched. Word of McTeer’s wide-eyed talent — in addition to her BBC activities, she’d honed her craft with Shakespearean stage roles — quickly made her a hot property. She now has the same American agent as Calista Flockhart (Bill Butler), and a manager who reps Nicole Kidman (Marc Epstein). ”All these people would come and visit and offer me work,” says McTeer. ”So I thought, Well, I’ll just stay here a little while and see what happens.”

One person who’d heard about McTeer was indie writer-director Gavin O’Connor, whose Tumbleweeds screenplay featured a grits-and-gravy lead named Mary Jo, who drags her daughter Ava (Kimberly J. Brown) through a deep pile of man trouble. ”I saw Janet on Charlie Rose,” he says, ”and I knew — this is Mary Jo.” The two met for drinks, and, impressed by McTeer’s ankle tattoo and truck-driver vocabulary, O’Connor offered her the job. Goodbye Ibsen, hello Appalachia. ”I felt like burning my corsets,” McTeer recalls.

Still, it takes some preparation for a woman raised on tea and crumpets to handle hardcore Dixie shtick. Leaving her London flat behind, the unmarried six-foot actress embarked on some serious research: ”I watched Coal Miner’s Daughter 32 million times,” she explains. ”Then I spent three months in North Carolina listening.” McTeer certainly went beyond the call of duty, considering, as she quips, she made only a few thousand quid for the gig. ”I actually earned less than I spent,” she says. But O’Connor’s intuition may foretell a lucrative future for the actress. McTeer will next be heard in two new Sundance features: the hillbilly drama Songcatcher and the romantic drama Waking the Dead, costarring Billy Crudup. ”Janet came in and did the best American accent I ever heard a Brit do,” says director Keith Gordon (Mother Night). ”It was flawless.”