Jenny Slate was angry after her ex-agents thought she should've auditioned for It's Pennywise.
Jenny Slate spoke about the wild story of her wardrobe malfunction at last year’s Oscars.
With The Sunlit Night now available on VOD, here are some other great performances from Jenny Slate.
From director David Wnendt and screenwriter Rebecca Dinerstein Knight, the indie drama The Sunlit Night follows aspiring painter Frances (Jenny Slate), who finds herself leaving New York City to spend some time in Arctic Norway, for an assignment that she hopes will inspire her. Working for an unforgiving mentor who’s also a master painter (Fridtjov Såheim) turns out to be an unexpected experience, but it reinvigorates Frances, as she sets out on her own path forward. During this 1-on-1 phone interview with Collider, Slate (who also produced this film) speaks about this story of a woman …
In a surprising yet necessary move, yesterday it was announced that Jenny Slate would be exiting the Netflix series Big Mouth, with news of Kristen Bell’s exit from her role o the Apple TV+ musical series Central Park following shortly thereafter. Both white actresses voiced non-white characters in these animated series, and they themselves and the powers that be decided that, well, this was probably not a great idea. On Big Mouth, Slate voiced Missy Foreman-Greenwald, a young nerdy and extremely kind mixed race girl struggling through adolescences alongside the rest of the characters. In a statement …
Jenny Slate's Mona-Lisa Saperstein is the evil twin sister of Parks And Rec's Jean-Ralphio and arguably the show's most underrated character.
Does Jenny Slate really have “stage fright,” like her new Netflix comedy special claims? Upon first glance, it seems like an overmodest, even preposterous claim. Slate owns the stage with unbridled enthusiasm, glee, and a special brand of confidence. She absolutely radiates with self-love, laughing at her own riffs while saying, “I’m my biggest fan, I guess.” And yet, at the center of this uniquely bold stage presence lies a palpable sense of anxiety and, yes, fright, even before Slate starts tackling these issues explicitly. How did such a gulf between performing bravado and inner turmoil exist simultaneously? …