Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore — 4/5
Here, in this movie that is nothing like what he does, is my favorite Martin Scorsese movie. I want to compare this to Jeanne Dielman; an American and American cinema version of seeing a woman go through the same repetitions, both more entertaining and with less depth. Scorsese captures a feeling of time and place and person; his rooms and cameras are art directed just enough to give it a feeling of something new without needing to steal attention from the movie's star, as it is her movie. Ellen Burstyn, appearing as a woman and a mother rarely seen, fills every frame. She's wonderful! There's a sweetness in her harshness and a fragility in her strength. No wonder they made this into a TV show, hoping it was the character instead of the actor. I've never seen it so fuck it, maybe it was? The Hollywood ending of it all betrays the movie, but it's also built up enough goodwill to that point to forgive it.
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