The first moment Claire Danes appears on screen in HBO’s “Temple Grandin’’ as the autistic animal specialist and author, I wanted to roll my eyes and laugh derisively. Great: Another glamorous actor straining for cred and awards by playing a disabled person, twisting up her regular physicality in order to dazzle. Another star to honor because she didn’t pluck her eyebrows.
But my moment of resistance passed quickly, as the transcendent beauty of Danes’s performance took over. In the movie, which premieres tomorrow night at 8, Danes relaxes enough to let the uniquely blustery Temple Grandin inhabit her body, her voice, and the very wiring of her brain. She’s almost unrecognizable from the Danes of “My So-Called Life,’’ as awkward and conspicuous with her wide eyes and her cowboy shirts as Angela was a muted high school Everygirl. Playing Grandin, one of the first autistics to explain her condition to the world, a woman who eats only yogurt and jello and won’t pass through electric doors, Danes stretches herself in completely new and appealing ways.