Review of Ironweed (1987) by Jason R — 09 Jul 2011

[80/B] There isn't much of a plot to this Depression Era downer; it's the kind of film that expands outward (drifting about narratively) upon the perspectives and pathos of one or two center stage characters, feeling its way through textures of relationships and stark memories. Somewhere, amid very grim surroundings, it persuades us in the genuine sadness of the human condition, while gently highlighting the grace of loyalty.

Streep is very fine, but the show belongs especially to Nicholson, who is outstanding as a washed-up ex-family man and haunted drunk wandering through a hard world and a ramshackle life. His character is one of great humanity, but also of great regret, a man unable to forgive himself for past mistakes and past happenstance. His long self-punishment is possible through an enduring inner strength, one that acts as a shield for his friends, all similarly blown-out and derelict.

Wonderful acting, with a spare, effective script full of aching silences and heartbreak. Very sad, but gripping with emotional accuracy and a feel for its desolate historical age.