This is a gripping study of eccentricity and (possibly) madness where the complex relationship between the two inhabitants is exposed: these two need and depend on each other even if their lifestyle can't possibly be healthy, bound together as they are in a flea-ridden abode, bickering and reminiscing about missed opportunities in their moneyed past. Fascinating, sad, disturbing and rewarding in equal measue..
Maysles are great film makers, but there are more interesting people than this in my neighborhood. I think that if they weren't relatives of Jackie Onassis, they would not be "cult figures". The cats and raccoons are cute, but I have plenty of those in my neighborhood as well.
The real life Miss Havisham, whose humanity surpasses the tragedy of her plight. A haunting documentary that may be subversive but seeks not to humiliate its subject - instead, showing that even the most eccentric have heart, no matter how marginalised.
It's a beautifully free flowing document/interview, where we do not hear questions asked and the Maysles stay in the background. It's amazingly close to a "reality show" experience, and hard to believe it's 1975... We meet Big and Little Edie, eccentric and very interesting personas indeed. We experience firsthand their dependance and exclusion from the society. Excellent.
It wasn't until the last 20 minutes of the film that it really hit me. Those latter sequences of Big Edie singing, the two bickering and Little Edie dancing alone in the hallway are such powerfully sad moments. The two Edies in their decadent decaying world are profoundly tragic & inspiring all at once. Their self imposed exile is like Scott Fitzgerald nightmare, it's fascinating tale that exposes a truly unique life
This is what happens when you live in the past. It's the story of Miss Havisham and Carrie and countless women controlled and in arrested development through their mothers who are bitter at life. The most interesting side to it is that in such an era, with such privilege, the standard of their living met such downfall. Little Edie would rather dance and sing whilst sleeping on a bed covered in shit than save herself.
I'm largely unfamiliar with the historical/political context of this, but from where I'm standing there sure are worse ways go grow old. You could quietly extinguish in the corner of your childrens' living room, proper and irrelevant. This documentary had sadness and delusions, but also song, risque dress and I mostly felt that these women had some control over their lives, one that's hard to hold on to in old age.
A fascinating look at the strange and isolated world inhabited by eccentric recluses Big and Little Edie Beale. You couldn't make it up. A well constructed snapshot of slow social decay, very in and of its time, and yet somehow also timeless (and fixated on the past). The Maysles clearly were very sensitive to their subjects - Nick Broomfield could learn a thing or two about documentary making from them.