Mary Pickford won the Oscar for playing Norma Besant in Coquette.
Coquette is so bleeping awful, I'm surprised the TV didn't spit up green soup for making me play it. It's not so much the actors are practically wandering around, waiting for a line reading, it's the fact there even actors at all. If you go into Coquette expecting some miracle, look away, because this is 1929 and talkies are just beginning. Actually, the material originally started on the stage, and it's obvious. Especially one boring sequence where everyone stands around a chair (apparently a sound machine) and has a conversation for 8 minutes. The story follows a Southern flirt who can have any man she wants. Her flirting gets her in a whole mess of trouble!
The courtroom scenes, as ridiculous as they may be, are her best moments. She finally lets her guard down, and delivers a natural sounding, mannerisms-free performance that reminded (at least me) of what could have came of Mary Pickford had she been a better talky actress. And she tries her best to invest some life into the character of Norma, but again, it's hardly much.
To put it quite perfectly, I appreciate the fact Mary Pickford took a risk and tried the talkies which I'm sure were risky for someone who had an entire silent film reputation. I don't hate her performance as much as others do, but then again I was not impressed with it, at all.