British Beauty Stephanie Beacham Sizzles in Sable as Consort to Charlton Heston on the Colbys
updated 02/03/1986 AT 01:00 AM EST
•originally published 02/03/1986 AT 01:00 AM EST
Beacham, 39 this month, opens the door of her trailer on The Colbys set festooned in diamonds and emeralds (they turn out to be $400 worth of paste). She flashes a no-nonsense look that delivers what it promises. "People think I'm snotty because I ignore them," she says. "I just don't hear them." Beacham is completely deaf in her right ear and has only 70 percent hearing in her left. She compensates by playing as many scenes as possible on the right-hand side of another actor. Early on in the series, when Beacham was most nervous, co-star Linda Evans showed understanding. Even when the scene was set up differently, "Linda just quietly manipulated me around to her right side. She's a doll."
Beacham explains that her main reason for doing The Colbys is her pay, an estimated $20,000 per episode. "Look," she says, framing her face with her hands, "five more years for this face, friend, maybe three." Her appearance, she says, never interested her. "Then I realized that if I wanted to do film work, I'd better do it now."
She almost missed her shot at The Colbys. Exhausted from completing her role as a ruthless business woman on the 1985 hit British series Connie, she was on vacation when asked to return to London to screen-test for the part. She was ready to pass when a neighbor she'd entrusted with the care of her town house phoned her to confess that she'd locked the keys inside. Beacham had to return or face a cemetery of dead plants and fish. Tested on a Friday ("I said whatever rubbish I could remember and camped it up"), Beacham was flying to L.A. a week later, and by the next day she was sitting in wardrobe. "We loved her patrician quality," says Shapiro. "Despite Sable's seamy side, you understand why a major tycoon would stay married to her."
Beacham's training at the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art helped nurture that classy demeanor. But she had to get through some "corking bad horror films" before winning prestigious roles, such as in The Night-comers with Marlon Brando in 1971. Beacham is proud of the success she's since achieved on British television and stage (The Homecoming), but they paid scanty sums. Getting famous in America represents the ultimate financial jackpot. She reports that her parents—her father is a retired real estate administrator and her mother, a housewife—are appalled that she's "chasing the dollar and that everybody is thinking of me as a bitch."
She's doing it anyway, for two reasons: daughters Phoebe, 11, and Chlöe, 8, whom she had already placed in a boarding school 20 minutes from her parents' home in rural Somerset. "They are my love affair," says Beacham, who phones them once a week and sends a letter every Tuesday. Though The Colbys has upped its initially sluggish ratings, there is no official guarantee as yet for a second season. Until there is, Beacham has no intention of uprooting her family. "It's funny—I wouldn't have been interested in doing commercial work like this if it weren't for them, and now the work is taking me away from them."
That kind of domesticity helped end Beacham's marriage to the girls' father, actor John (Mercutio in Zeffirelli's Romeo and Juliet) McEnery, 42. "He was a rotten person to marry but a lovely friend," she says. Beacham left what she calls "her cozy red-velvet-curtained" childhood (she has one brother and two sisters) to live as a happy hippie doing theater before wedding McEnery in 1973. But, she says, with two children, "one of us had to get grown up, and it was Mum." Although separated for eight years, they have not divorced and have no plans to do so. "He is the father of my children," she says. "We are irrevocably linked. Not being divorced acknowledges what we have produced."
While her heart remains in England with her daughters, she lives in two rented homes, one in Hollywood, one in Malibu next to Tracy Scoggins (her TV daughter Monica Colby). Beacham's idea of fun is housework. "It's pathetic, isn't it?" says a laughing Stephanie.
Beacham admits to bouts of mild depression. "You want to see me cry?" she challenges. "Let's talk more about the children." Many a night she finds herself standing in front of the fridge with a script in one hand and foraging for something to nosh on with the other. There are magical moments, however. "One day I was sitting on the set," she says, "and I suddenly thought, 'My God, this is Hollywood!' " Plans for tonight are less than glamorous. It's home and into jeans, sneakers and old sweatshirt. If there's time after running through her next day's lines, Hollywood's hottest new bitch might dash off a letter to her children.