Man, that’s 70s hair…
Oh, Cybill Shepherd again — she’s a favourite of Hazel Flagg’s. (And I guess Peter Bogdanovich’s.)
I’ve seen so few of the “New Hollywood” movies it’s absurd. I guess this is one of them? But of course, all movies from the 70s seemed vaguely embarassing to me: Everybody looked so 70s to me in the 80s.
Yeah, it’s a problem — everybody looks so 70s, somehow. Perhaps it’s because he looks like he has a joint just out of frame?
Whenever Cybill Shepard isn’t talking, it always looks like she’s just waiting for the other person to finish talking so she can deliver her next line. Which is really appropriate for this character — at least I think so. She’s supposed to be playing a rôle, right?
Hey, it’s… whatsername.
No… that’s not correct, is it? C’mon, ChatGPT.
Oh! Half right! Her character’s name is Mrs. Walker, and it is, once again:
Why can I never remember her name…
Well, they keep mentioning “a fever”, so either Daisy or her… brother? son? is gonna die, I guess?
Ooops possible spoilers for a Henry James story!
The 70s were pre veneers.
It’s so weird what we’ve gotten accustomed to the past decades — like no actors having their own teeth.
This 2K Kino Lorber restoration is nice — it’s been stabilised, and larger blotches have been fixed, but there’s still specks of dusts and grain and stuff. I hate it when movies look over-restored.
Hey, she can play the pianner!
It’s just… the entire movie is about this guy looking at Cybill Shepherd and worrying about her possibly scandalous behaviour (in Rome). But… we’re not really given a reason to care about his worrying? Yes, she’s in danger of having the Patronesses Of Rome Giving Her The Snub Most Direct, but… she’s American; does she care? Should she care? Should we care?
So it’s all about this dork’s feelings, really, and why on Earth should we care about his guy?
GAH!!!
That’s a shocking smash cut.
Anyway… I liked this movie? But the decisions it makes are puzzling. It signals so clearly what’s going to happen, but then focuses to hard on that dork instead of Cybill Shepherd…
It’s a head scratcher.
Variety described the film as “a dud” and added “Cybill Shepherd is miscast in the title role. Frederic Raphael’s adaptation of the Henry James story doesn’t play. The period production by Peter Bogdanovich is handsome. But his direction and concept seem uncertain and fumbled. Supporting performances by Mildred Natwick, Eileen Brennan and Cloris Leachman are, respectively, excellent, outstanding, and good.”
Reading other reviews, it seems like they found the ending to be surprising? Well, I guess that would make a difference…
But I mean, I really enjoyed this movie. It’s just very odd.
Daisy Miller. Peter Bogdanovich. 1974. ⚄
