One of the most uncomfortable film viewing experiences ever. Even though the film is fascinating, the Maysles brothers shows a little bit too much of the excessive character of Edie and her mother. I mean, these people needs some serious help and that rotten house is not a healthy place for both of them. The film comes too close to mockery against these two women for me. They need some help and care, not a film crew.
Borderline unwatchable both from irritation with very privileged people gone near insane and concern for the protagonists in their extreme co-dependency and vulnerability. One wonders how these people ended up in this state whilst simultaneously wondering why that question is even remotely interesting.
"When are you gonna learn, Edie? You're in this world, you know. You're not out of the world." If Beckett had ever written an American melodrama it might have been something like the absurdist autumnal stasis of 'Grey Gardens'. Sometimes the two Edies could be cruel to one another, but mostly they had fun passing the time, assembling Little Edie's revolutionary costumes, and I did too, though moments dragged.
The most cult-esque of docu films. It follows the adventures (mainly bickering) of two formerly upper class women (mother/daughter), who live in a deteriorating mansion. A fine line between tragedy, as well as pure cult-entertainment. A precious time capsule knowing that the mother died two years later and the house sold shortly after.
Little and big Edie Beale live in a dilapidated old house, infested with raccoons and other animals. Once high society participants, this is where they have now found themselves, free from society but still trapped in their own world. These are eccentric characters, and we are brought into their lives as they live them: carefree and unknowing of any social standards. It’s a fascinating watch.
a strange, sad, funny documentary. they said they didn't feel exploited, but i almost felt like my reaction was like i was doing it to them. the documentary was cyclical. they were stuck in this house, they had the same arguments; it was a sick fascination about white ennui and crumbling wealth. i really enjoyed it, though, and cried. and little edie became iconic, obviously.