Postcards from the Edge (1990) USA
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Director:Mike Nichols
Studio:Sony Pictures
Writer:Carrie Fisher, Carrie Fisher
Rating:4.5 (26 votes)
Rated:R
ASIN:B000059XTI
UPC:9780767859820
Price:$9.95
Awards:Nominated for 2 Oscars. Another 2 wins & 7 nominations
Genre:Comedy
Release:2001-05-01
IMDb:0100395
Duration:101
Picture Format:Widescreen
Aspect Ratio:1.33:1
Sound:Dolby
Languages:English, Chinese, French, Portuguese, Spanish
Subtitles:Chinese, English, French, Korean, Portuguese, Spanish
Mike Nichols  ...  (Director)
Carrie Fisher, Carrie Fisher  ...  (Writer)
 
Meryl Streep  ...  Suzanne Vale
Shirley MacLaine  ...  Doris Mann
Dennis Quaid  ...  Jack Faulkner
Gene Hackman  ...  Lowell Kolchek
Richard Dreyfuss  ...  Doctor Frankenthal
Rob Reiner  ...  Joe Pierce
Mary Wickes  ...  Grandma
Conrad Bain  ...  Grandpa
Annette Bening  ...  Evelyn Ames
Simon Callow  ...  Simon Asquith
Gary Morton  ...  Marty Wiener
CCH Pounder  ...  Julie Marsden (as C.C.H. Pounder)
Sidney Armus  ...  Sid Roth
Robin Bartlett  ...  Aretha
Barbara Garrick  ...  Carol
Comments: Having a wonderful time, wish I were here.

Summary: As its title might suggest, this movie based on Carrie Fisher's Hollywood struggle works better as a snapshot than as a complete film. Meryl Streep plays Suzanne Vale, a successful actress who is lost in her addictions. Her episodes are never as bombastic as "Clean and Sober" or other antidrug movies of the 1990s, however. Vale's a more lovable person, and as with all lovable people in Hollywood, other Hollywood people care for her: an understanding director (Gene Hackman), a philandering boyfriend (Dennis Quaid), and a bemused doctor (Richard Dreyfuss). But if you are going to talk about Fisher, you are going to mention her mom, Debbie Reynolds. And here Vale's mom is the die-hard Doris Mann, played with appropriate virtuosity by Shirley MacLaine. The love-hate mother-daughter relationship takes over the film in an entertaining way, with Fisher's sharp comic writing coming into play. You nearly forgive Vale's troubles for having to live under a hurricane like Mann (who goes into her nightclub act at the drop of a hat). The film's sweetest pleasure is seeing Streep loose and modern, nary a drab outfit or an accent in sight. Streep and director Mike Nichols make a risky--and rewarding--finale (fueled by the Oscar-nominated "I'm Checking Out" by Shel Silverstein) work effortlessly. "--Doug Thomas"