Martin Scorsese's 1974 film "Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore" has one stand-out aspect to it. The characters in this film are very real..authentic flesh-and-blood characters, picked directly from your everyday life, people you can instantly relate to. Unfortunately… More
Martin Scorsese's 1974 film "Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore" has one stand-out aspect to it. The characters in this film are very real..authentic flesh-and-blood characters, picked directly from your everyday life, people you can instantly relate to. Unfortunately this very quality of the film ultimately lets it down as there is not much meat to pack in this project dealing with mundane events.
So we have this 35 year old housewife, Alice who is trying to cope with a family life involving her almost-12 bratty son Tommy and her grumpy husband Donald. Donald is a trucker who seems to be clearly unhappy with his marriage. He dies in an unfortunate accident and Alice is left widowed with a son and not much of a clue as to what she would do next.
Following a garage sale she puts up, she leaves with her son in order to go to Monterey to start a new living, possibly by getting a job somewhere as a singer, a career which she longed to pursue and did pursue once long ago. And so starts a road trip across Southwest America, where Alice puts up in cheap motels and tries to find a job as a singer so she can get enough money in order to finally reach her destination that is Monterey.
The entire film then chronicles how she tries to make ends meet (that doesn't involve much apart from one job as a singer and next as a waitress) and the people she meets and befriends. This includes a fellow waitress, Flo (Diane Ladd) and the two men she gets involved with, Ben (Harvey Keitel) and David (Kris Kristofferson).
The first half of the film, about her adventures in Phoenix, still involves some pretty good drama in Alice's attempts to find a job as a singer in a lounge bar, and her tryst with Ben.
There are a couple or three marvelously executed scenes, a particularly memorable one involving a bar owner Mr Jacobs (Murray Moston) who Alice visits after long and tiring efforts of looking for a job and breaks down. Jacobs keeps repeating the line "I don't even have a piano in here" as an excuse for not offering her a job while Alice keeps bawling all the time. There are such fine moments including some others which highlight Scorsese's talent for turning seemingly simple scenes into delightfully entertaining ones.
Amidst all this are other events involving candid conversations and cola+water fights between Alice and Tommy! Frankly, even though these scenes are meant to add the "warmth" or a seemingly amusing touch to the proceedings, they came across as boring to the point of being annoying.
And come the second half and their entry in Tucson, followed by Alice's job as a waitress in Mel's Diner, and her romance with a divorced cowboy-like rancher, David (Kris Kristofferson), things start to get really tiresome. Sure, there are a couple of chuckle-inducing scenes and the entry of one of the best characters in the film, Flo (Diane Ladd) and some of Tommy's misadventures with the tomboyish Audrey (Jodie Foster). But then that really doesn't do much to hold our interest.
The best part of the film are the performances, of course. Ellen Burstyn, in a class-A performance stands tall! The Academy Award was well-deserved. Diane Ladd's sharp-mouthed Flo is a close second. She gets some of the best lines in the film. Too bad she didn't get the Academy Award she was nominated for (Best Supporting Actress). Alfred Lutter as Alice's son acts really well, but he starts getting on the nerves in some scenes, but that again, is not the fault of his acting. It is that of his character! So it doesn't come as a surprise that at one point David's character hits him for being a brat! I would do the same, really!
Harvey Keitel does well in his brief role.
At the end of the day, it almost seemed like Scorsese shot about five-six clever scenes and decided to fill the rest of the film with boring, filler material!
It isn't Scorsese's fault, really. It is, in fact, that of the script which doesn't really go anywhere and makes the film an underwhelming experience.