I hate that when an actor, especially a female one, reaches a certain age (*cough* 40 *cough*), his or her employability drops like a body wearing cement shoes in the ocean. It’s as if Hollywood doesn’t want us to know older people exist.
But there’s one place where I think veteran actors don’t belong: crime procedurals on TV. I can’t tell you how many times the mystery has been ruined for me on those shows (OK, three in the last week alone), even before the opening credits are over, because I’d see the “special guest star” billing followed by the likes of Brian Dennehy or Mary Kay Place. The minute those star’s names appear, I say to my husband, “S/he did it.” I don’t need to know who they play or what the case is about. They did it. Producers would not pay top money for high-caliber, award-winning character actors just to give them one scene on the witness stand spouting expositional information.