Actor
In 1972, during the era of Blaxploitation movies, Pettitt made her first feature film, Black Girl, in which she played an aspiring young dancer. Pettitt was nominated for Best Actress by the NAACP for her role in Black Girl, written by J.E. Franklin and directed by Ossie Davis. Another of her noteworthy roles was at Lincoln Center as Miss Lindsey in Mule Bone, Zora Neale Hurston and Langston Hughes’ historical comedy.
Reviews:
- "Bewitching... subtle and surprisingly affecting poetry...Ms. Pettitt's judgments of her characters are clear-eyed and sharp and so is her judgment of life." —D.J.R. Bruckner, New York Times
- "Ms. Pettitt performs in styles that define her characters as thoroughly as the lines she speaks... remarkable for the resonant simplicity of both words and gestures." —Ben Brantley, New York Times;
- "Her voice works magic." —Tony Slenzant, Morning Call
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