Places in the Heart
Dir: Robert Benton
1984
****
Robert Benton’s Places in the Heart
is the director’s reflection on a time and a place in which he grew up, and as
the title suggests, is a time that is very precious to him. However, it is
probably best remembered for Sally Field’s acceptance speech when she won the
Academy Award for best Actress for her role as Edna Spalding, the film’s lead
character. It’s a shame really, even more so when her speech was taken out of
context somewhat. She is remembered for the line: “I can't deny the fact that
you like me...You really like me! Thank you." but the full speech was: "This means so much more to me this time, I
don't know why. I think the first time I hardly felt it because it was all too
new. But I want to 'thank you' to you. I haven't had an orthodox career. And
I've wanted more than anything to have your respect. The first time I didn't
feel it. But this time I feel it. And I can't deny the fact that you like
me...You really like me! Thank you." Field was referring to her previous
award, for her stand out performance in Norma Rae, which makes a lot more
sense, and the full speech is far less gushy. The film also suffers a similar
misconception because of it. While the film is far from perfect, it does have a
lot going for it and it certainly bucked the trend among its contemporaries.
Field plays the widow of the town’s sheriff. Her husband was shot accidently by
a black boy who is subsequently lynched and dragged behind a truck in front of
her house without so much as a raised eyebrow. This shocking introduction gives
a bold and clear view as to how segregated life was like in depression-era
Texas. Unfortunately, the initial impact is never matched and the plot becomes
a little overcomplicated and dare I say, a little contrived in places, but on
the whole it’s heart is pure. Field’s Edna finds herself in financial
difficulty as many widows did, and is forced to take in a blind lodger ( played
by John Malkovich). She also takes pity on a travelling black man (played by
Danny Glover) who steals from her and soon enough the trio are farming cotton
crops on her land. It’s all a bit fanciful but tender at the same time. The
trio are challenged by greedy businessmen, greedy bank managers and the Ku Klux
Klan, as well as the scorn of the town, but they somehow prevail. It’s very
easy to tell a sugar-coated tale of the time although it can be a little
heavy-handed at times, there is an ounce of honesty about how it is all
handled, the characters do have misconceptions and prejudice and it isn’t all
forgiveness and joy. In contrast to Edna’s story we also see a couple of
friends of hers; Wayne Lomax (played by Ed Harris) and Viola Kelsey (played by
Amy Madigan), partake in an extramarital affair. The characters and their
partners interweave with the main story but personally, I never found this
sub-plot ever worked in the bigger picture. The story is at its best when it is
with Edna and just as something big happens, the film switches to characters
I’m afraid I had no interest in. It is clear that they are included purely for
the film’s rather over-ambitious and somewhat indulgent finale where we see
every character of the film receive communion during a church service. Black
sit with white, wives sit with mistresses, friends sit with enemies and Edna’s
dead husband sits with the dead boy that shot him. It’s a powerful scene for
sure and while I’m not religious, the people of the time were and so it is a
fitting leveler. However, it doesn’t quite fit with the film’s overall
narrative and it acts as a bizarre summary for a group of characters who have
absolutely nothing in common. For me it unifies everyone as being naive, stupid
and lost, rather than the statement that we are all the same in the eyes of
God. Places in the Heart is Benton’s own indulgent exploration of nostalgia,
full of wonderful scenes, none of which quite fit together. I like it but it
floats somewhere between The Color Purple and To Kill A Mockingbird but without
ever being quite as accomplished.
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