Here he remains quiet, thoughtful and even meek. By 1987, Nicholson was deep into the unrestrained stage of his career, whacking out performances in films such as The Witches of Eastwick with sledgehammer subtlety. But it’s not that simple.īut if you can set aside cynicism about Streep and Nicholson gunning for Oscars, you’ll appreciate their performances. I’d love to tell you the critics had it wrong. I could only find it on a special Korean region 0 disc. The film recouped roughly $7m from the $27m budget and has since shuffled into the shadows. That Mr Kennedy himself adapted the novel to the screen is only further evidence of how much more greatly film and literature diverge than those on either side of the fence often imagine.” Janet Maslin in the New York Times was similarly damning: “Ironweed is skeletal, a mere outline of Mr Kennedy’s far more resonant book. “Less than a movie, Ironweed emerges as a collection of resumes.” It hurts.” He even resented the acting: “It’s the kind of film that has no reason to exist other than to win Academy Awards,” he wrote. In 1988, Dave Kehr of the Chicago Tribune wrote: “Watching Ironweed is like having a large, metal object lodged in your brain for two-and-a-half hours. The bad news: just about everything else. The good news: Nicholson and Streep received Oscar nominations for their portrayals of the down-and-out William Phelan and his ailing partner, Helen, who struggle to make it through the cold and danger of life on the streets in 1930s Albany.
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