Review: Alice Doesn’t Live Here Anymore
When her husband (Billy Green Bush) is killed in a car
accident, aspiring singer Ellen Burstyn struggles to make ends meet for her and
weirdo son Alfred Lutter. She ends up working as a waitress, and meeting a
gruff farmer (Kris Kristofferson) who takes a liking to her. Diane Ladd is the
trash-mouthed veteran waitress whom Burstyn butts heads with (for reasons
completely unbeknownst to me, I thought Burstyn was just a grade-A bitch to
her), Vic Tayback plays the cook, a role he later reprised for the TV series
this film inspired, “Alice”. Harvey Keitel plays an obviously nasty
charmer Burstyn gets involved with at one point, and a young, tomboyish Jodie
Foster plays Lutter’s buddy in a totally superfluous role. Look for a young
Laura Dern (AKA daughter of Diane Ladd) at the diner counter at one point.
Frankly overrated and dated 1974 Martin Scorsese (“Taxi
Driver”, “Goodfellas”, “Mean Streets”) comedy-drama was apparently
Scorsese’s attempt at a ‘studio picture’. It really should’ve been made by
someone else. Scorsese’s over-stylised, hyper-realistic style just isn’t right
here for the material. I didn’t believe anyone or anything in it. No one even
seemed to like the dead husband, including the audience so why does Burstyn
seem to care? Oscar-winner Burstyn (who amazingly beat out Faye Dunaway for her
fantastic work in “Chinatown”) is fine enough in the title role, but
also…irritating. I kinda wished she’d shut up and also wished her kid Lutter
would stop acting so goddamn weird. I didn’t take to either of them, which
probably made it hard for me to engage with the film as a whole. Meanwhile,
Keitel (who was fine in “Taxi Driver”) hasn’t got a hope in his silly
role as a deceptive Southern sleazebag. The way he’s filmed in some scenes is
so over-the-top it’s almost unintentionally funny. And he’s definitely not
meant to be funny. Diane Ladd (in an Oscar-nominated performance) meanwhile is
saddled with the sassy veteran waitress cliché and the only thing missing is
the chewing gum…and maybe it was there too. It was later turned into an
apparently successful TV series that I hadn’t even heard of.
Show-off cinematography by Kent Wakeford (“Mean
Streets”, and “Black Belt Jones”), combined with Scorsese’s
directorial excesses helps to ruin what could’ve and should’ve been a simple,
if clichéd story about a long-suffering woman who keeps on truckin’ (My vote
for the best film in that category? “Places in the Heart”) There’s irritating
zooms, and a silly “Wizard of Oz” fantasy sequence, etc. It just isn’t
necessary or helpful. Great use of popular songs throughout though, and lots of
people love this film. Maybe too much time and too many films have
passed, and it’s no longer fresh to me. Maybe you have to be a chick
(apparently feminists love it). Maybe you just had to be there. Maybe it’s just
not good. I’m sorry, I just didn’t get this one at all, folks and I really
wanted to.
Rating: C
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