All That Heaven Allows (1955)

      All That Heaven Allows (1955) [D: Douglas Sirk. Jane Wyman, Rock Hudson, Agnes Moorehead] Cary Scott, a 40-ish widow (Wyman), lonely and bored a few years after husband’s death, falls in love with her hunky tree-trimmer Ron Kirby  (Hudson), whose age is not specified, but one gathers from “internal evidence” that he’s 30-ish, i.e., “much younger”. He’s also of a different class, being a rude mechanical, unlike Scott’s circle, all well-off business types who foregather at the country club and each other’s homes for cocktails. One of these acquaintances is a cad who figures Scott is easy prey. When Scott brings Kirby to one of the house parties, this cad figures she’s just slumming and tries to move in on her, whereupon Kirby belts him one. This neatly divides Scott’s group into true friends (one, possibly two) and those who disguise their envy of Scott under censorious remarks about Kirby’s gauche behaviour.
     Kirby fixes up the derelict mill on his property (he owns a tree nursery), which of course impresses Scott, and she agrees to marry him. Besides, he has free-spirit type friends, who seem much more genuine and in charge of their lives than the socially constipated circle that Scott has known so far. But when her children object, she decides to sacrifice her happiness for theirs. But she soon learns that they are too focussed on their own affairs to pay any real attention to her, so she returns to Kirby, but when he’s not home she drives off, and Kirby, waving frantically to get her attention, falls off a cliff. Scott rushes back to nurse him; when he wakes up she agrees that she has come home. Fade out.
     As you can tell, this is a slick reversal of the Harlequin Romance (which at the time was not yet the world-beating brand it later became). Here, the woman is the social superior, and it’s a masterful younger man who awakens her suppressed desires. It’s clear that Kirby has aroused feelings that she perhaps never experienced in her marriage, which seems to have been pleasant enough, and which her children wish her to reprise with a pleasant and decidedly unsexy older man of her own class. In that sense she’s the ingenue. Like any Romance heroine, she’s also virtuous, unwilling to acknowledge her feelings, and ready to stifle them in the service of maintaining her children’s respectability as they claim to understand it. This self-sacrifice is a required trope in Romance, too.
     The movie is well-made. The plot is complex enough to sustain interest, but simple enough that mild distractions such as candy or pop-corn purchases or satisfying gossip with one’s friends will not interfere with understanding it. It was aimed at women who were or wanted to be in the semi-leisured class of the comfortable (and somewhat bored) housewives whose husbands earned enough that they didn’t have to work. There were many such movies. What makes this one different was the issues of class, age difference, pointless sacrifice (the children really are selfish prigs), and of course (discreetly implied) sex. The treatment of these issues is dated, and nowadays naive viewers may well be frustrated by Scott’s self-immolation, but there’s no question that the issues were real, and that many movie-goers at that time identified with her and  may have wished they too could make the kinds of choices she made.
     Two years after this movie appeared, Betty Friedan surveyed her Smith College classmates, and in 1963 published the results in The Feminine Mystique. Most middle and upper-middle-class women felt their lives were pretty pointless. It’s not much of a stretch to read the movie as an example of how to break out of the trap of useless, boring upper-middle-class lives. Both the book and the movie presented women constrained by social attitudes that made it difficult (and often impossible) for them to live fulfilling lives. This movie offered the class-renouncing choice of following your feelings, of making decisions that were authentically your own. The free spirits that Kirby hangs out with are what a generation later evolved into hippies. Betty Friedan offered work as the solution. Using one’s talents and skills to do useful work outside the home would enable women to take control of their lives. Either way, women’s lives would no longer be wasted sacrifices on the altar of respectable matrimony.
     There have been many similar movies about bored, frustrated, unhappy women and their attempts to find meaning in their lives. Around the same time, stories and movies about men’s failures to live fulfilling lives also came to dominate literature and movies. Consider The Man in the Grey Flannel Suit, made as a movie in 1956. The hero sacrifices his ethics on the altar of respectability, that is, his ability to support his family. The underlying malaise was not so much one of gender roles, but of life roles. Neither men nor women were satisfied with the effects and demands of an economic system that generated immense wealth and made comfortable lives possible, even though for a time that wealth was distributed equitably across all social classes. There’s more to life than stuff and reputation. A couple of decades later, the stories dealing with these themes would have a good deal more edge. James Updike is one of many writers who made careers of chronicling the effects of affluence on the American psyche.
     This movie is worth seeing. It’s slow, you may be tempted to laugh at some of the scenes, the dialogue is passable, the acting competent, there are too many close-ups of suffering-in-silence faces, and there’s a distinct lack of chemistry between the leads, but as documentation of a certain time in America’s social evolution it’s the first of an essential triad. The Man in the Grey Flannel Suit and Peyton Place (book 1956, movie1957) are the others. As a romance flick of its time, this one rates ****, as a plain old movie **½.

Edited 2023-04-29