Kiss Her Goodbye

Late-'50s indie with a putrid aroma, about an average Joe trying to protect his mentally retarded but nubile sister from the attentions of uncomprehending suitors. Not much happens, but from the frenzy of fanfares in the bloated musical score, you'd think we'd dropped the A-bomb on Moscow. I also notice that while the movie shakes its little finger at these guys for slobbering all over its heroine, it has no compunction about endless footage of Sharon Farrell in a bikini, Sharon Farrell in a tiny waitress outfit, Sharon Farrell at a playground innocently showing her panties. Her character makes no sense -- she's an incoherent screaming idiot one minute, a perfectly rational miss the next -- and Elaine Stritch, as a youngish widow stuck on the brother, doesn't fit comfortably into a conventional role. (The character also has an infant son, who is the basis of one dramatic incident and then is promptly forgotten.) Steven Hill, as the guy, maintains his dignity in another inconsistent role, and the black-and-white Florida photography is crisp and evocative, but it's one of those lurid Bs that makes you run for the shower once it's over.

I'm not sure why so many people have denigrated this movie. In the fabulous 50s this type of issue wasn't talked about or even whispered. I salute the director and producers for thinking outside the norms of the day. Miss Farrell was amazing in her first role. Low budget yes, but low budget doesn't always correlate to low quality. I stumbled into this movie by accident but would recommend to others to give it a try. For its time they surely would have had difficulty getting funding and promotion as Hollywood seldom sticks out their neck to reach beyond the cookie cutter scripts they celebrate. Well done.

As a movie buff, I will watch almost anything. Today, I tuned into one of those 'gems' that get little airtime. I watched some of Kiss Her Goodbye for the first time today (on AMC). Unfortunately, this movie had already been running for about 30 minutes before I tuned into it. I was pleasantly surprised with the actors, depth of character(s) and the dialog. The dialog in particular, I found to be fairly natural in most scenes. It was also surprising to not see a rating of this 'film noir'. Truly, a very good movie. I hope to be able to see the movie in it's entirety in the future. With luck, this title will be released onto DVD.

The late 1950s appear to be the age of the child-woman, from "La Strada" (1954) and "Baby Doll" (1956) to "Lolita" (1962) and "Term of Trial" (1962). Smack in the middle, we find this adaptation of a pulp novel by Wade Miller, introducing Sharon Farrell to a long career in TV and movies. Her brother, Steven Hill explains that she has the mind of a six-year old. All the characters are very unusual, but the skillful cast brings them to life in a slow developing but intriguing plot. Oddly, it was director Albert Lipton's only effort. The talented musician, Johnny Richards, also had a brief career. Farrell, who was married several times, worked with her first husband here, Andrew Prine. Did life follow art? This was 94 well spent, but somewhat mystifying, minutes. What exactly was wrong with her?

Solid ensemble cast, featuring, Sharon Farrell (Emily) as the younger sister of Steven Hill (Ed). This duo, whose parents are no longer alive, end up at a road side inn, in a seaside town, that is little more than a "wide spot" in the road.

For reasons that would give too much of the plot away, they have been on the move. With their car broken down, Ed has to take a job at the local service station. This is how we get to know the rest of the cast, including Elaine Stritch as Marge.

I found this movie to be tightly written, well filmed, and could be considered "film noir." Give it a chance, the next time it's shown on one of the classic movie stations. Don't think it is available on video at this time. I think it may be mostly overlooked because of the lack of any "big name" stars.