Vague de chaleur

Shirley Booth was one of those few actresses that could break your heart with a glance over the shoulder, a flutter of the hand, a stumbling voice.

Like Geraldine Page in "A Trip To Bountiful," Cecily Tyson in "A Woman Called Moses" or Jessica Tandy in "The Gin Game," her performance stays with you for years afterward.

I pitied her in this film - a cheating husband; children who tried their best to protect her from the truth while covering for their dad. She was a woman who lived in the past, longing to return to the happier times in her life in a small town where she first met her husband and a town, New Paris, where she had good friends and family.

Anthony Quinn was like a lot of men, who are addicted to sex and loose women. His wife, heavy-set and clinging was quite aware that she could not compete with the younger, shapelier girls her husband craved.

Eileen Heckart was wonderful as her good friend who tried to give her hope, but knew it wasn't possible, that her friend was doomed to failure with this man.

I believe this movie was from a novel by Lonnie Coleman called "Next of Kin," which I thought was a better title for the film. Hollywood had a tendency to "soup up" titles to make them sound sexy to draw in customers. They did the same thing with Joanne Woodward's "The Stripper," which was based on a Broadway play called "A Loss of Roses," clearly a much better title and probably the reason that the picture didn't get much respect.

I don't know whether it's Shirley Booth's uniquely pathetic acting persona, or simple typecasting, but I always mix this movie up with her other dramas from the 50s, particularly Come Back, Little Sheba. Similarly, I repeatedly misremember this movie as a scenario by William Inge. It is 50s drama at its dankest and Inge-iest, the story of a sad family who live in a frame house in nowheresville, with a Shirley Booth mother who fears losing her husband, feels guilty about not having been a showpiece of a wife, and most of all yearns for a golden past that is probably imaginary. I wonder whether the whole thing isn't really just a recombinant pastiche of TV-playhouse clichés from the early and mid -50s: not only derivative of William Inge but with a generous dose of Paddy Chayefsky and some Tennessee Williams thrown in for good measure. The people who made this film were manufacturing a product to satisfy what they perceived as a popular taste. But I wonder if anyone could have enjoyed it or recommended it to their friends. More likely they felt depressed and unclean and eager to forget the whole thing.

I have a tape of this film that I haven't seen in about 8 years. Therefore, plot details have escaped me. But, in short, it's a rather sad tale of a small, small-town family whose patriarch, played by Anthony Quinn, has a mid-life crisis and philanders about while his sad, lonely wife, played with typical sensitivity and pity by Shirley Booth, sits at home, overlooking his transgressions. I remember enjoying the whole film, including Shirley MacLaine's turn as their daughter. However, one scene which stands out takes place between Eileen Eckhart and Shirley Booth. It's in the middle of the afternoon, and Eckhart teaches Booth how to drink in, I believe, Booth's kitchen. It is quietly HYSTERICAL, and proves how wonderful Eckhart was as an actress. This scene could have gone on another five minutes, it was just so entertaining.

"Hot Spell" is probably Shirley Booth's next to her greatest film, the greatest being "Come Back, Little Sheba. Synopses put aside, the A- List cast shines, along with the story line. It takes you directly to, and into, a dysfunctional family, the Matriarch who desperately tries to keep everything "just fine," the Patriarch who's going through a midlife crisis and "plays around, and the three children with young adult and teen angst the latter defining their personae. Each scene intertwines with the other and tightens up the script marvelously. It's all realistic, poignant and in wonderfully good order. The whole thing actually seems to put you right there as if you were part of the family. You feel their pain. Ironically, Jack Duval's character, played by Anthony Quinn, is both abhorrent and also worthy of compassion at the same time Earl Holliman's, Shirley MacLaine's and Clint Kimbrough's characters are definitely direct descendants of both of their parents. Very believable. The scene with Booth and Eileen Heckart gives just the right and timely comic relief to give the viewer a break before the next dose of drama. There's enough conflict to go around and it keeps you interested. I'd recommend this film to anyone who appreciates serious drama, either on the stage or on the screen. It's too bad it's not being distributed for movie buffs-yet. It's been hibernating for way too long.

It's a shame Shirley Booth never got the high acclaim she deserved. She took a simple and somewhat uninspired script and made it work. The best thing about this movie is in the beginning you actually feel sorry for the Shirley Booth character, but the way Ms Booth plays the role by the end of the movie you get the feeling the character deserves what she got she is so pathetic. Nevertheless it is an excellent film SOLEY do to the outstanding acting ability of Shirley Booth. Other actors in the movie do an adequate job but it the interaction with Shirley Booth's character that makes them stand out. The cake seen is the highlight of film as her character descends into self pity