If These Walls Could Talk 2 (2000) (TV)

Réalisateurs:

Jane Anderson
Martha Coolidge

Scénaristes:

Jane Anderson (written by) (segment)
Sylvia Sichel (teleplay) (segment)

Date de sortie:

5 mars 2000 (USA)

Genre:

Drame | Romance

Accroche:

Women love women

Intrigue:

Trio of stories about lesbian couples in three different decades.

Plot Keywords:

Lesbian | Sperm Bank | House | Lesbian Couple | Feminist

Récompenses:

Won Golden Globe. Another 6 wins & 8 nominations

Avis des utilisateurs:

Vanessa Redgrave's heart is as big as a - home.

Ensemble

Vanessa Redgrave	...	Edith Tree (segment "1961")
Marian Seldes	...	Abby Hedley (segment "1961")
Paul Giamatti	...	Ted Hedley (segment "1961")
Elizabeth Perkins	...	Alice Hedley (segment "1961")
Jenny O'Hara	...	Marge Carpenter (segment "1961")
Marley McClean	...	Maggie Hedley (segment "1961")
Donald Elson	...	Sam (segment "1961")
Susan Mosher	...	Nurse June (segment "1961")
Lisa Welti	...	Nurse Trish (segment "1961")
Jill Brennan	...	Nurse Betty (segment "1961")
C.J. Bates	...	Nurse Murphy (segment "1961") (as C J Bates)
Michelle Williams	...	Linda (segment "1972")
Chloë Sevigny	...	Amy (segment "1972")
Nia Long	...	Karen (segment "1972")
Natasha Lyonne	...	Jeanne (segment "1972")

MPAA:

Rated R for sexuality, language and some drug content.

Durée:

96 min

Pays:

USA

Langue:

Anglais

Couleur:

Noir et Blanc (archive footage) | Couleur

Son:

Stereo

Classification:

Iceland:L | Australia:M | Germany:12 | South Korea:18 | USA:R | Spain:13 | UK:15

Lieux de tournage:

1972 Canyon Drive, Hollywood, Los Angeles, California, USA

Société:

Home Box Office (HBO)

Guillemet:

Karen: Whose right to screw frat boys was I defending? This should read,
Karen: I fought to get this school free birth control! What, do you think I was protecting *MY* right to screw frat boys?

Connexions De Film:

Suite de If These Walls Could Talk (1996) (TV)

Vanessa Redgrave's heart is as big as a - home.

ITWCT2 is a simple portmanteau film based on the experience of lesbianism. However, the linking device is the overstretched external coincidence of a house that we are expected to accept has attracted lesbian residents, not for merely two, but for three successive generations!! As an entirety, therefore, 'The Hours' must be recognised as the better film, overall, since the psychological coincidence of each of three female protagonists having read Virginia Woolf's 'Mrs. Dalloway' is obviously located in cultural, rather than material, space, as well as being naturally sustainable as an influence over time and a wide range of personal backgrounds. The structure of 'The Hours' is far more sophisticated, and acceptable, as a linking device.

Nevertheless, I believe that the obviously fractured - and artistically uneven - divisions of ITWCT2 do contain one story, the first in sequence, that stands out at every artistic and emotional level from the others, that were hatched in the same nest. Not only so, but the story of poor Miss Tree, and her almost childlike companion who somehow perches, like a little unfledged bird, precariously above the abyss which is the world, has a power and depth far beyond anything even attempted in Minghella's generally somewhat aridly stylish and intellectual exercise. Not even his middle, and best, episode, concerning the repressed 1950's housewife, has anything to show more devastating than Miss Tree's utter and complete bereavement in Redgrave's superb performance.

The final shot of a jackdaw about to depart through the window, opened to air the now completely empty house prior to the arrival of new, unknown, residents, is alone worth everything in the bigger film.

I will confess that the overall 'agenda' of ITWCT2 is of little intrinsic interest to this old-fashioned male, and nor did the other two segments possess the artistic power and truth to involve me greatly. Nor do Vanessa Redgrave's personal beliefs and political creed have any appeal for one who counts himself a natural conservative.

Yet, despite this, Miss Redgrave's performance shines forth for its human integrity and power, completely untainted by any political gesturing whatsoever. How could anyone fail to love Miss Tree, as brought to life by Vanessa Redgrave's deep understanding of the wellsprings of human nature?

The portrait, which she sustains so believably, of the cruel ending of a tender relationship, which had flourished gently and unseen - like a delicate bloom, overgrown and hidden away from the busy thoroughfares of the heedless world - ever since the innocence of an Edwardian childhood, is heartbreaking. In many ways, it is the general insensitive hard-heartedness of the modern age which is responsible for the suffering of an innocent person, in this drama. For I believe that the educated classes of previous ages would have been more likely to respond with at least a modicum of decent tact when confronted by the predicament of any such 'delicate situation.' Only the little daughter of the deceased companion's nephew glimpses at least a glimmer of the sympathy and respect that should be given to such heartfelt grief. The moment of departure for the deceased aunt's relatives presents the stark contrast of the chilly wife's ruthless censorship of all Miss Tree's humanity, with the handshake - as of equals! - between the old woman and the young girl who was, in the end, naturally and simply sorry for her, and it is a moment of all-too-brief communication across the generations.

Perhaps it was the gentleness and simplicity of another era, another culture, that alone could permit the basic tolerance of 'don't ask - don't tell' (at least insofar as women were concerned), which Miss Tree's relationship seemed so much to depend upon? Possibly this demonstrates the felt necessity of contemporary political militancy in defence of such choices, with all the attendant crudity and emotional alienation which now so disfigure what is - and after all should ideally remain - a private affair.

Certainly, there is a beauty and sweetness to the twilight of this lifelong inter-dependence, which to see disposed of so casually - whether in the form of the poor corpse in the hospital, or those of the beloved presents of little model birds that are all simply expropriated as material items - is to see exposed in all its obscenity the profoundly unspiritual ugliness of the modern world.

See this short film as a self-contained drama, and know that you have witnessed true greatness. And a beauty that is never mawkish. This brief tragedy resonates with our own society's guilt for having trampled over the delicate structure of the heart, where love and dreams and happiness are nursed for flight. Can any mere political movements put those crushed chicks back into their palpitating eggs?

What this strong, yet simple, piece of work shows is how casually the world can brush aside all that may be of the greatest importance to an individual. The inescapable loneliness of human beings has seldom been more powerfully evoked. And only the big heart of Vanessa Redgrave could ever have sustained such a sublime portrait of grief.