Word: silver
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Director Joan Micklin Silver treats Barron's memories with comparable fondness. Between the Lines, like its characters, presents itself as eminently likeable. Some of its individual sequences are funny in a delicate, almost priceless way. There is the scene, for example, in which Stanley, all mustache and glasses, defends himself against Lynn's charges that he had sexual intentions towards her during their last date. She: "You were literally on my body." He: "That's your perception of the situation...
...moves between the lives of its characters, shuttling from one comic vignette to the next--but this movement, like those lives, never seems to lead anywhere. Style is substance, but both are so fragmentary that the final effect, when the credits roll on the screen, is bafflement and frustration. Silver's flair is for the short, neatly-shaped segment. From these segments, the bits and pieces of humor and pathos that comprise the film, she is unable to forge any overarching dramatic unity...
...cleaning up as best he could, he found...-nobody. The bill was paid; DuPont had even left a tip. The patriarch came, saw, and spirited away his little family as fast as possible. The young man had vomited on his wife. There was a little note left on a silver tray. It read simply, for DuPont was not an eduducated man, and no stylist...
...Seven thousand dollars," was all Lou would say for the first half-hour. Mrs. Lou, a long-suffering woman who had spent her life finding silver linings for all her husband's clouds, went into a spiel about the nicer attributes of modern architecture and how, after all, Carlo was still at Harvard, surrounded by brilliant people living the life of the mind. Besides, she added, pointing out the charming bastion of ruggedly individualistic capitalism occupying the opposite street corner, there's a superette nearby so Carlo won't starve when he's up late studying...
...that few, if any, have enough time to make their dreams come true each weekend. But for the last decade, House film societies have attempted to make money by letting people live out their fantasies vicariously. The comics, western toughs, sophisticated gamblers and icily composed lovers who inhabit the silver screen enliven audiences sated with papers, computers, and endless reading lists...