Love Streams, 1984
A
dashing, successful writer of lurid romance novels named Robert Harmon
(John Cassavetes) arrives home in the middle of
the day - still stylishly dressed in formal evening attire - to find
an odd assortment of vivacious, attractive young women engaged in frivolous
activities as they bide time awaiting his return. Attempting to engage
one of his flighty companions into a seemingly more meaningful interview
(that he is presumably audio tape recording as research for his work),
Robert asks her what her definition of a "good time" is -
a question that the disinterested young woman is eager to cut short
with prolonged silence and curt responses. Robert purports to know
the answer, and attempts to steer the conversation by commenting that
the underlying key is in "being with someone". However, as
he scuttles his ever constant parade of compensated escorts out
of the house in a series of confused and anonymous transactions of
personal checks and hired taxicabs (ironically exchanging empty
kisses and declaring "I love you" to no one in particular),
his vacuous lifestyle betrays his own incapacity for real intimacy
- his sad disconnection from the emotional complexities of love that
exist between the void of his casual affairs and investment in a
deeper, more meaningful relationship.
Meanwhile, in another town, Sarah Lawson
(Gena Rowlands) enters an empty conference room with her adolescent
daughter Debbie (Risa Blewitt) and immediately begins to lavish the
girl with presents, her myopic doting only briefly interrupted by
the entrance of other people into the room, including her estranged
husband Jack (Seymour Cassel). Sarah and Jack have assembled for a
meeting with their legal counsel and the presiding judge (Joan Foley)
in order to finalize the terms of an increasingly acrimonious divorce.
However, despite a mutually pre-arranged custodial agreement, Sarah
interrupts the legal proceeding by inopportunely stating her intention
to take their daughter out of the state for an indeterminate period
of time, traveling cross-country in order to visit members of Jack's
family who are suffering from ill health, and justifies her unusual
intention by commenting, "You might say that's what I do.
I visit sick people". Seeking guidance from a psychiatrist
after suffering a hysterical collapse in front of the judge, she is
advised to distance herself from her family by traveling abroad and
embarking on a meaningless love affair. Unable to cope in an
environment of complete strangers, she decides to return home
and pay a visit to Robert, and invariably finds a new focus for her
desperate affection in her equally emotionally crippled brother.
Based on a play by Ted Allan,
Love Streams
is a haunting, provocative, and brutally honest examination of
love, emotional need, loneliness, and longing. In contrast to
the active and confrontational camerawork of his earlier films
(most notably in Faces),
John Cassavetes creates a spare, muted, and objective portrait,
capturing with underlying compassion the empty lives of
emotionally adrift characters who act out the ache of their
unarticulated despair through incomprehensible, cruel, and often
self-destructive acts. Cassavetes further incorporates recurring
episodes of representational surrogacy in order to reflect the
film's theme of emotional substitution: Robert's instinctive and
automatic disbursement of personal checks to his companions and
ex-wife; his night club encounter with an admiring female
impersonator named Phyllis (Logan Carter) who is drawn to the
portrayal of loneliness in his novels; his estranged young son
Albie's (Jakob Shaw) difficult and conflicted relationship
with his stepfather (Eddy Donno); Sarah's pattern of smothering
and overcompensating attention towards her resentful family;
her unconsulted decision to find a baby for her brother that
results in a bizarre, compulsive purchase of a farm menagerie.
Inevitably, as Sarah attempts to rationalize her tenacious
attachment to her unfaithful husband and troubled marriage through
her fragmented explanation, "Love is a stream. It's
continuous. It doesn't stop", she metaphorically
encapsulates the profound and indefinable - and often elusive -
eternal human search for connection, love, acceptance,
and intimacy.
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