I’ll See You in My Dreams
Directed by Brett Haley. US. 2015. PG-13. 92 minutes. Bleecker Street Media. Digital.
Fri., July 31, 2015 thru Thu., August 6, 2015
“In I’ll See You in My Dreams, Blythe Danner plays Carol, a seventysomething retired teacher, widowed for twenty years, who feels vaguely lonely but isn’t sure she’s interested in dating. Urged on by her friends (the audacious triumvirate of Rhea Perlman, Mary Kay Place, and June Squibb), she tries speed-dating, with ridiculous results. Practically out of nowhere, the most radiant of silver foxes appears — his name is Bill, and he’s played by the almost criminally appealing Sam Elliott — and sparks a romance that just might be the nebulous something Carol has been half-hoping for.
Or maybe not: I’ll See You in My Dreams is only partly a movie about romance and dating post-70, and perhaps more a picture about friendships that blur the line between the platonic and the amorous. It’s crucial to note, too, that this isn’t just a nice little movie for older people: There’s some real bite to the way it deals with the life questions that come with aging, and whatever sweetness it has is just an undertone, not a feel-good frosting overlay. I’ll See You in My Dreams looks at aging not as a long trudge toward a death sentence, nor as the golden era of r&r and cuddling we see in those dreadful Cialis commercials, but as a new country where the inevitable mingles with the occasional surprise. It’s hopeful and realistic in equal measure, and it’s anchored by a quietly resplendent performance from Danner, who brings a featherduster touch to everything she does.
…The dramatic tension of I’ll See You in My Dreams is the gentle sort, but its arc is sturdy. Carol befriends the rudderless young guy who shows up to clean her pool, Martin Starr’s Lloyd, whose deadpan mug disguises his shy sweetness: The two go on an innocent date together, to sing karaoke at a bar. (Carol, who was a singer in a long-ago life in Greenwich Village, wows him — and us — with an iridescent version of “Cry Me a River.”) Their friendship has some shades of romance, though it’s not tilting in that direction — they simply feel a kinship that has nothing to do with age. Carol spends time playing cards with her girlfriends, half-blushing at their bawdy jokes but also recognizing that they’re onto something when they urge her not to let go of that spark of whatever-it-is. And when she sees Elliott’s Bill for the first time, as she’s perusing the vitamin aisle at the pharmacy, her face lights up like that of a curious schoolgirl. “You don’t need all that,” Bill says in his fabulous Texas drawl. “You’re just right the way you are.”
…Its writer-director is Brett Haley, a Brooklyn-based filmmaker who has made one previous feature (The New Year) and who is in his thirties. (Marc Basch co-wrote the screenplay.) What’s Haley doing making a picture like this, while other male filmmakers his age are chasing after movies fashioned from the comic books of their youth, or riffing on the generational listlessness of their peers? How does Haley have any idea what it’s like to be a widow in her sixties?
In terms of firsthand experience, he doesn’t, and so he enlists a crucial but seemingly forgotten tool of storytelling: I’ll See You in My Dreams is a lustrous example of the sympathetic imagination at work. In its terms, there’s no such thing as a target audience, that faceless, amorphous bunch who are perpetually being marketed to. This is a movie for people who love actors and what they can do, and who warm to the idea of seeing underexplored corners of real life portrayed onscreen. That’s a long way of saying you don’t have to be a middle-aged woman to love it.” (Stephanie Zacharek, The Village Voice)
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