The Subject Was Roses (1968)
(On Cable TV, March 2022) While I don’t necessarily think that movies cannot be filmed plays, some have a harder time shaking up their theatrical origins, and The Subject Was Roses is one of those. It sort-of-works if the intention was to lock the audience in an unescapable dramatic pressure cooker. Here, as the story begins, a young man comes back from WW2 to find his parents in open mutual contempt. His return eventually brings the tension to a boil, and in grand theatrical fashion it all explodes over the kitchen table. The most noteworthy piece of casting here is an impossibly young Martin Sheen playing the returning son. The plot summary is very thin, but the dramatic intensity of it all can be impressive if you’re in the right frame of mind. But that isn’t a sure thing, though—and that’s where the film falters as a film: in placing its entire faith on the quality of the theatrical dialogue, it gets a bit lazy on the staging and directing. There’s a place for that kind of material, of course—leaving the actors and the script to shine without complementing the moviemaking polish is going to appeal to a smaller audience, and that’s the feeling I got with this version of The Subject Was Roses: Great script handled with great Oscar-honoured performances, but not much of a memorable film to go along with it.