Thursday, July 03, 2008

Grey Gardens - Review

Looking back only a month ago, it seems impossible that I knew nothing about Big Edie, Little Edie, and the crumbling grandeur of a Hamptons estate called Grey Gardens. Although I graduated from film school no one had ever told me about this documentary. You know how I found out about it? Gilmore Girls. That's right. The show where women chatter endlessly about boys, clothes, food they like to eat, and obscure pop culture. Take that University education! Since I first watched Grey Gardens I've become a bit obsessed with all things Edie. This film has quite the cult following with everyone from drag queens to film snobs. The web is full of articles about the Beal women, info on the subsequent "Grey Gardens" Broadway musical and upcoming scripted film (shot on Toronto Island!). I'm breathless with all sorts of things to say about this doc. Good thing I'm typing.


Grey Gardens
(USA, Directed by David Maysles, Albert Maysles, Ellen Hovde, Muffie Meyer)

Grey Gardens is an eminently watchable and effective examination of mother and daughter "Big" Edie and "Little" Edie Bouvier Beals. Once the purebred beauties of a privileged and educated upper class, the women (at ages 78 and 56) are now ostracized from their families and peers, living in poverty among the decay of their East Hamptons estate. Big Edie is the aunt of none other than Jackie Kennedy. Wed into an important family, she was a wife and mother who longed for a singing career after her marriage dissolved. Little Edie was a beautiful model and dancer who didn't want to settle into the trappings of her father's strict rules. They were rebels who refused a gilded cage in search of lives of their own making. The Beal women paid for their rebellion in emotional co-dependence, poverty and isolation. They fought a constant battle with each other - Big Edie holding her daughter to her, Little Edie resentful but unwilling to break free - but they essentially lived as they wanted.

The Maysles brothers do their subjects a great service by remaining unobtrusive and politely non-judgmental of the Beals. David and Albert Maysles (the only seen crew) observe and sometimes communicate directly with the women, but for the most part their responses are expressed non-verbally with spontaneous camera zooms or silently held shots. Their patience is rewarded with intimate access to the women and their entangled relationship. All the usual editorial embellishments of documentary are absent (voice over, musical cues, slow motion). The verite style can become tedious with lesser film makers, or lesser subjects, but here the mix between unedited life and implied greater meaning is beautifully balanced.


Artistry of the film makers aside, how could you not be fascinated by these women? Big Edie runs the house from her filthy, cat infested bedroom (she leaves the second floor of the house only once in the film). She sings, offers pieces of advice and criticism and yells out commands to her daughter in a lilting, girlish voice. Little Edie, who shares her mother's bedroom, is often found on the terrace, among the overgrown gardens, or in the attic feeding the raccoons. Dressed in head scarves and high heels, Little Edie is a grown up demented Debutante. She speaks directly to the camera and alternates between coquettish prancing, conspiratorial whispers, and the indignant observations of a "staunch character". Not stupid, and not quite crazy, both women provide many moments of dark and strange humour. I felt able to laugh without feeling guilty; a distinction I credit to the unapologetic strength of the subjects. Big Edie's singing voice can break your heart, but you don't feel sorry for her. Even when you see old photographs of the women in their glory days of beauty, wealth and influence, the effect is not depressing. The Beal women are authentic eccentrics. They live as they want, and there is a freedom in that that permeates the obvious economic and social deficiencies of their lives.



So if you can't tell, I really recommend this film. There are long segments where the women bicker, and I'm not going to promise that every moment is going to hold you at rapt attention. But the greater story of these women, and their isolated lives (broken only by a few notable visitors) is well worth the visit. Criterion Collection released an excellent DVD of the film plus bonus materials. Before the feature film is released do yourself a favour and try to see this fantastic documentary. 5 out of 5

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2 Comments:

At July 19, 2008 11:11 PM , Anonymous anson said...

The first time I saw this I nodded off like, a million times. It's ALL talking, talking, talking. But in all fairness, I was probrably tired that night. I did appreciate their wackiness but... in short doses please.

The second time I saw it, I was a little bit more absorbed, interestingly enough. Since I already knew where the movie was going (nowhere really), I noticed their mannerisms and listened to the inflections of their voices in much more detail, and found the whole thing a bit more fascinating.

Mother's pate. I love that. Google it.

 
At July 21, 2008 12:59 PM , Blogger Cassandra said...

Yes Anson, you bring up a good point that I would be remiss to ignore; this film has very little narrative structure. Nothing really happens. On the surface it's just one summer with two crazy cat ladies.

I did find, however, that there were observations about wealth, class and the relationships between mothers and daughters that gave the movie a great reason to exist outside the freak show nature of the subjects. It's not just two weird hermit ladies. It's two eccentric and interesting hermit ladies. These women are not all upside down skirts and cat feces.

In hindsight, the film probably warrents a lower grade. I gave it my highest mark because I really liked the subjects. And yes, even though I argue esoteric "deeper" meaning, I just got caught up in the camp appeal as much as anything else. I like this movie. I like it a lot. 15 attic raccoons out of 15!

 

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