“I’ve just been to a movie and I was the only person there. I love Greta Garbo.”
While visiting his millionaire father (Denver Pyle) in Los Angeles, a songwriter (Keith Carradine) sleeps or flirts with numerous women, including a lonely real estate agent (Sally Kellerman), an unhappy housewife (Geraldine Chaplin), a photographer (Lauren Hutton), and a housekeeper (Sissy Spacek).
Response to Peary’s Review:
I disagree with Peary that “this poor man’s Nashville falls flat on all accounts”. These L.A. folks may not be especially appealing (indeed, as Peary notes, many are either “depressed, frustrated, [and/or] obnoxious”), but their travails are interesting to watch for two hours, especially given that the tightly woven storyline switches so frequently we never have a chance to tire of any given subplot. The acting is uniformly excellent, and it’s fun to see so many great names (Spacek, Keitel, Carradine, Hutton, Chaplin, Kellerman, etc.) together in one film. According to IMDb, opinions seem to be widely split on this movie — people either love it or hate it; and while I’m not usually a fan of Altman-esque ensemble films (he produced this one), I happen to fall into the former category this time around.
- The haunting title song, which stayed in my mind for days afterwards
- Sissy Spacek as a quirky maid who likes to vacuum topless
- Geraldine Chaplin’s melancholic, Camille-loving housewife
- Harvey Keitel as Chaplin’s vest-clad husband
No, but it’s recommended as an interesting ensemble piece.