Autumn Leaves

Saw 'Autumn Leaves' as somebody who admires Joan Crawford, 'Mildred Pierce' being a prime example of what made her such a good actress. It was interesting seeing Cliff Robertson in an early role and a large part of me was very intrigued in seeing how he would fare alongside the more experienced Crawford. Also seeing how one of Robert Aldrich's earlier films would rank with his other films. Melodrama does vary in execution and always has done, but there has never been any personal bias against it as there are some great ones out there.

'Autumn Leaves' is not going to connect with everybody, am aware that some respected critics and fellow prolific reviewers didn't care for the film. For me though, it was very good and a near-must see for anybody that likes Crawford, Robertson and Aldrich. Can totally see why Crawford herself thought highly of the film and her reasoning mirrors my feelings on it (also agree with her that it should be better known), and to me it is among Aldrich's better films if not quite in the same league as the likes of 'Whatever Happened to Baby Jane' and 'Attack'.

It is not a perfect film. With my biggest reservation being the ending, which for me and some others was too abrupt and tonally was completely at odds with what came before. For a quite dark story to end on such a jarringly pat note was a shame.

Maybe the film is a little too long as well.

Crawford on the other hand is in a role that she was born to play and pulls out all the way. Robertson gives a very distinguished turn in a not easy role to play and actually appreciated that he doesn't go over the top, a big trap for a character that changes as much as he does here. He works very well together with Crawford and personally didn't think that they were too much of a mismatch together in age and acting style and that their styles of acting didn't clash too much, actually thought that the more understand acting of Robertson contrasted well with Crawford's. Lorne Green and particularly Vera Miles are very good in support and Aldrich directs beautifully with material that he is completely at ease with, thematically this is already classic Aldrich.

Visually, 'Autumn Leaves' is handsomely mounted and photographed with a real sense of atmosphere. The music is haunting and sears in intensity, without intruding too much. The script is soap opera but intelligently written and naturally flowing soap opera that doesn't get too overwrought or heavy-handed. The story deserved a much better ending, but the psychological aspect is hard-hitting and pulls no punches (regardless of any debate on how well it has dated) and it is very intense and moving.

On the whole, very good with a lot of things that come off greatly. 8/10

This 1956 drama was directed by the re known Robert Aldrich. He brings the old and the new to this film. The old, being the professionalism and experience of Joan Crawford and matching her with the new, up and coming young talented Cliff Robertson. This was his first starring role. Coming from Broadway he brought a very strong presence to the part. He and Joan were splendid together. In one of her rare underplayed roles, where she isn't playing the queen bee, she gives a sensitive and honest portrayal of a lonely woman who accidentally meets a young man and falls in love. Crawford and those wonderful expressive eyes are beautifully photographed with shadows in glorious black and white. Playing opposite her and definitely holding his own, Robertson goes from nice guy to a sort of psychotic mess. His slow changing from one to the other was masterful. He showed his abilities and what was yet to come his way, including his Academy Award performance in CHARLY. Together Joan and Cliff light up the screen in an almost melodramatic way, yet quite realistic. Reminded me of another Crawford film and another new young actor, Jack Palance in SUDDEN FEAR. Rounding out the cast is Lorne Greene as Cliff's no good father, Vera Miles as the wife asking for a divorce and veteran actor Shepperd Strudwick playing the doctor who heals our hero. Look for two well played supporting roles in this. Bringing comedy relief to the drama is veteran actress Ruth Donnely, as the manager of the apartment building Joan lives in. She just walks into the apartments, picks up newspapers and magazines and makes herself at home bringing all the gossip with her. She's a hoot. There's also a cameo performance by Marjorie Bennett as the waitress of a diner. Just her facial expressions as she waits on our lovers is worth the entire scene. She walks off with it. Remember her as the mother of Victor Buono in BABY JANE? Hats off to a seldom seen movie and one of Crawford's best.

Fine performances from Joan Crawford and Cliff Robertson give this taught drama more emotional resonance than might be expected from the plot summary. Crawford is superb - all huge eyes and trembling lips, she makes the relationship with Robertson's character believable and moving. The tentative start to the relationship is especially effective.

Burt Hanson's mental deterioration is quite graphically portrayed and at one point, I have to admit, I was peering through my fingers at the screen. It was purely by chance that I stumbled across this movie on late night television. Despite being a fan of classic movies all my life, I had never heard of this one and I have to say that I'm surprised. It deserves to be better known.

Trashy delight about the ill-fated marriage of a naïve middle-aged woman and an enigmatic younger man. Director Robert Aldrich worked surprisingly well with a latter-day Joan Crawford, taming the Hollywood queen bee and bringing her volatile personality down to scale. This gusty, absorbing nonsense gives Crawford a solid role as a single, stay-at-home typist who falls for shifty Cliff Robertson, a pathological liar. Florid melodrama filled with overripe dialogue, overheated set-ups (like the infamous thrown typewriter), fluttering hands and fluttering eyelashes. Aldrich keeps it all simmering nicely, and the entertaining results are certain to please soap buffs. *** from ****

I thought this movie was fabulous. It is a woman's picture, but the tag line made it seem like some William Castle horror flick. By no stretch of the imagination is this a silly little weepy. Parts of it seem to be designed to disturb (the typewriter scene), and even the tender moments are edgy to me. (I just used the word "tender" in a sentence. Kill me now.)

Joan Crawford (one of my favorites) plays Millicent Weatherby, a 40ish spinster who spent most of her life taking care of her invalid father and bemoaning her ridiculous name. Score one for Joan already, as she was not 40ish, but 50ish. Cliff Robertson (I tell everyone "Uncle Ben" from "Spiderman") is the 20ish fella she meets in a restaurant. I think he was 20ish, but score one for him too; he's adorable. Cliff hides some horrible secret, and he's a major liar, but Joan falls for him anyway. He takes her to the beach, where they make out in the sand. (I love it when the surf comes crashing up against Joan and boy! does she flinch. Must have been chilly out that day.) They trot off to Mexico and get hitched. Then Joan starts to realize that maybe she doesn't know Cliff as well as she thought she did. He lies and then tells the truth, and who's to know the difference? Even he doesn't. Eventually Cliff's relatives get involved and then things get really sticky. Is Joan out to get Cliff? Tune in to the next episode to find out!!! Seriously, I felt for Joan. She had a rough time. First the invalid father that caused her to lose all contact with the outside world, and then this guy who can't get his lies straight. Oh, but she manages beautifully. At this point in her career, Joan believed that acting and hand gestures didn't have to go together. You sometimes begin to wonder if her arms even function. (I suspect this was a jab at the arm-flailing Bette Davis, but that's just a hunch.) Just watching her stand there, all broad-shouldered and strong, makes you realize that of course she is going to get through. Former chorus girls always do, because they've got guts and know how. Best moment--after Joan decides she's no good for Cliff, she goes back to that aforementioned beach and just sits there. It's a lovely shot, and Joan looks less ironclad than usual.

By the by, a note to the other reviewer whose name I can't remember. Joan Crawford would not DARE say "And you, YA slut." She says, very precisely, "And you, YOU slut." Enunciation was very important to the Texas-born Lucille LeSueur/Joan Crawford. Bette Davis might say "ya slut," but never Joan Crawford.