As Barreiras do Amor

Michelle Pfeiffer plays a middle-class 60s housewife who idolizes Jackie O. When JFK is assassinated, she leaves her husband and road trips to his funeral to show solidarity with her icon. Along the way she meets a black man (Dennis Haysbert) and his young daughter. She immediately befriends them but realizes they are hiding a secret. Soon she is swept up in their lives and finds herself on the run from the FBI.

This is the best performance I've ever seen by Pfeiffer. She is practically unrecognizable--her southern accent is perfect and her Jackie O-inspired look is classic. She adds a welcome dose of humor to a film that is often emotionally overwhelming. The movie alternates between adorable and disturbing, but never gets too extreme either way. The plot gets a bit contrived at times, but the movie serves to question the comfort of routine middle-class existence, so it works. I am surprised this is not a well-known film. It is one of the best ones I've seen from the early 90s.

My Rating: 8/10.

This movie is not only tells the story of the accidental connection of two people, one black and one white, who would probably have never met in their normal lives, it also presents a vivid portrait of the time in which they lived. Set against the background of the JFK assassination and the aftermath, the protagonists meet and help each other through turning points in their lives. At first wary of each other, they come to understand the forces which have shaped each other's personalities and then come to appreciate the humanity and longing they have in common. Segregation and prejudice on both sides are explored without preaching. Finally it ends if not happily at least on a note of hope.

The actors are better than the story.

Set against the Kennedy assassination, the plot here deals with a rather simple-minded woman (Michelle Pfeiffer) from Dallas who is obsessed with the Kennedy family and especially Jackie. She's also unhappily married to a brutish guy (Brian Kerwin). She runs away from home and boards a bus to Washington to attend the Kennedy funeral.

Aboard the bus she chats with a black man (Dennis Haysbert) who is traveling with his small and oddly silent daughter. She never shuts up. He reluctantly responds to her endless chatter. The bus lumbers through racist America until there is an accident and the local cops start nosing around trying to get the details.

Right off they're suspicious of Haysbert and why he seems to be traveling with a white woman. To make natters worse, the ninny makes a phone calls when she discovers bruises on the child. That sets in motion a series of events with the travelers on the run from the cops.

While the man and woman learn things about themselves, their eyes are also opened to the realities of the American South in that pre-Civil Rights era.

The most annoying thing here, aside from the plot holes and implausibility of the story is the Pfeiffer character. If she has a Jackie obsession, why does she have platinum blonde hair a la Marilyn Monroe? She is a beautician after all. Seems like she'd had dyed her hair darker, not lighter.

Pfeiffer and Haysbert are good. Louise Latham is also good as the rural mother who takes them in while they are on the lam.

Michelle Pfeiffer's Oscar nominated performance anchors 1992's LOVE FIELD, a surprisingly moving marriage between character study and buddy movie that draws the viewer in with the draw of vividly human characters involved in a somewhat over the top story that manages to hold our attention due to the extreme likability of the two main characters. Pfeiffer plays a Dallas beautician named Lurene in 1963, who is so devastated by the assassination of JFK that she decides, against her husband's wishes, to travel to Washington DC to attend JFK's funeral and, en route, befriends a black man (Dennis Haysbert)traveling with his daughter, and the relationship that develops between the two when circumstances find the three of them on the run together. The story taken on an unexpected richness because these two people are part of the racially turbulent 1960's and because of the beautifully evocative performances from the stars. Pfeiifer, in particular, gives us a sad and slightly pathetic creature, wearing a platinum blonde Mariyln Monroe wig that seems to represent her desire to be someone else, her Lurlene is slightly ditzy, bored,lonely, but with a heart as big as all outdoors and the quiet dignity that Haysbert brings to his character in this tense situation is on target. Brian Kerwin also scores in the most significant role of his career as Lurene's abusive brute of a husband, but it is the performances and chemistry of the two stars that make this journey a memorable one.

This little picture unexpectedly blew me away. Both Pfeiffer and Haysbert clearly gave it their all in these roles. This film deserves cult status -- don't sleep on it!