Anyway, a local theater, this being Oklahoma, ran this film as part of a James Garner tribute, in response to Garner passing away recently. I wish to God they'd picked a better one than this. So, Sally Field is a single mom that moves to a small Texas town; James Garner is the local pharmacist. Brian Kerwin is Field's slimy ex-husband. How eighties can this movie get? Well, Field's young son? Corey Haim. Corey. Haim. There is not a cliche left unturned in this movie. The characters never rise above the basest stereotypes. Field is good; she's a very precise actress. And Kerwin manages to summon up a few moments of real disdain. But rarely have I seen a movie with so little energy. This movie poster is in the dictionary next to "lethargic." God, does it drag. And it's not even two hours long; it feels like three. Oh, by the way, the film loses a half-star just for the completely inexplicable decision to have Carole King do the score. Now, I love Tapestry as much as the next guy, but exactly what about the windswept plains of Texas screamed out for smooth jazz piano and gently crooning saxophones? Good grief. Next time James Garner dies, just show Support Your Local Sheriff. This movie is strongly recommended against. Very much below average. 1 1/2 stars.
Je n'aime pas dans les vieux films américains quand les conducteurs ne regardent pas la route. Et de ratage en ratage, on s'habitue à ne jamais dépasser le stade du brouillon. La vie n'est que l'interminable répétition d'une représentation qui n'aura jamais lieu.