The Czech director Ivan Passer is perhaps the most unfulfilled of great contemporary filmmakers. His masterpieces in America--BORN TO WIN and CUTTER'S WAY--were seen by almost no one, and I doubt he had much of an audience for this "Kraft Premier Movie," which belies Robert Altman's notorious remark about Kraft's television products--"as bland as their cheese." William Inge's study of stifled erotic yearning in a small town now takes on a mythic stature. But powerful as that mythos is, Passer doesn't turn the star-crossed leads (Gretchen Mol and Josh Brolin, both luminous) into statues. On the contrary, he just accretes amazing lyricism everywhere--it stacks up on the surface of the movie like so many barnacles. The ending is a blissful liftoff that may make you feel you're living in another time and place. Visually, the work may not be as distinguished as you might like, but in terms of intuitive rhapsodic skill, Passer is right up there with Altman. Somebody, anybody, get this man more work.
