Serving Them Off The
Arm-Ellen Burstyn And Kris Kristofferson’s “Alice Doesn’t Live Here Anymore (1974)
- A Film Review
DVD Review
By Senior Film Critic
Sandy Salmon
Alice Doesn’t Live Here
Anymore, starring Ellen Burstyn, Kristofferson, directed by Martin Scorsese,
1974
You know some films in
this wicked old world appeal to some people and for very different reasons not
to others. Take the film under review Alice
Doesn’t Live Here Anymore which I recently saw with my old friend and
colleague from American Film Gazette
days (when that publication was hard copy and not solely on-line as today) who
got me my job here and who still clutters cyberspace as film critic emeritus
and his lovely long-time companion Laura Perkins (companionship being the
better option after he had had three marriages and three divorces and a parcel
of nice kids along the way who nevertheless almost drove him over the edge when
those college tuition bills came floating through his door). I won’t speak of
my reaction to the film here since it will become apparent throughout the
review. Sam did not like the film since he wrote it off as a so-so effort in
the eternal Hollywood boy-meets girl formula department where from the minute
the two central characters finally meet you know the flames will burn brightly.
Laura loved the film mainly for the reason that it was nice to see an older
film which dealt with the issue even if in a somewhat funny way of single
motherhood AND the inevitable boy-girl subtext. In short this one played out as
a “chick flick” as my old friend film critic Anna Devine one time coined to
give this kind of genre a label to grab onto.
I do not believe that
anybody involved in the production of this film saw it as a chick flick
although it certainly had qualities which would qualify it for that type of
film. I believe that the producers were looking to deal in a funny and unobtrusive
way with the then emerging social category of single motherhood and it trials
and tribulations. Here Alice, played by Ellen Burstyn, is a recently widowed
mother living in nowhere Socorro, New Mexico, her late husband’s hometown, with
a let us say giving him the benefit of the doubt precocious son whom she loves
dearly but who tries her patience more than somewhat. Cash short and dreaming
of her own childhood home Monterey out in California and expecting to use her
talents as a singer to make ends meet they blow that burg and hit the road. Hit
the road to Phoenix first where Alice meets and beds a wild man wife abuser and
has to flee. Flee to the next best thing Tucson where short on dough and short
on singing possibilities she gets a job serving them off the arm at let’s call
it the Last Chance Café.
Between the snotty and
never-ending demands of that what did we call him, oh yes, precocious son and
the dead-end waitressing job (now known as wait person or wait staff) in a
flea-bitten diner she is at wits end. Enter rancher handsome Johnny David,
played by singer-song-writer Kris Kristofferson in his early movie career days,
who makes the big play for Alice. But she isn’t buying after that run-in with
that crazy wife-beater in Phoenix and she is still intent on hitting the road
for Monterey when she gets enough dough together to flee this burg. But the guy
grows on her and so that was that. Things went along well for a while until
David tried to discipline her son and that threw the whole thing off. Done.
Well almost done since David was ready to move heaven and earth to stay with
Alice as he made clear in a public mea culpa in the two-bit diner-even to move
to Monterey to be with her. (That Laura mentioned was the key turning point of
why she loved the film.) On reflection Alice decided that she could sing for
her supper anywhere and so they will stay in Tucson after all. Happy
ending.
I watched a couple of
episodes of the successful television spin-off of this film, Alice, in setting up this review which
was overbearing and trite but I think that I agree with Laura that this Martin
Scorsese-directed film has merit as a look at the troubles of raising a child
alone. Enough said.
No comments:
Post a Comment