A
film review by Roger Ebert on January 1st, 1970.
I
read Love Story one morning in about
fourteen minutes flat, out of simple curiosity. I wanted to discover why five
and a half million people had actually bought it. I wasn't successful. I was so
put off by Erich Segal's writing
style, in fact, that I hardly wanted to see the movie at all. Segal's prose
style is so revoltingly coy -- sort of a cross between a parody of Hemingway
and the instructions on a soup can -- that his story is fatally infected.
The
fact is, however, that the film of Love
Story is infinitely better than the book. I think it has something to do
with the quiet taste of Arthur Hiller,
its director, who has put in all the things that Segal thought he was being
clever to leave out. Things like color, character, personality, detail, and
background. The interesting thing is that Hiller has saved the movie without
substantially changing anything in the book. Both the screenplay and the novel
were written at the same time, I understand, and if you've read the book,
you've essentially read the screenplay. Nothing much is changed except the last
meeting between Oliver and his father; Hiller felt the movie should end with
the boy alone, and he was right. Otherwise, he's used Segal's situations and
dialogue throughout.
But
the Segal characters, on paper, were so devoid of any personality that they
might actually have been transparent. Ali
MacGraw and Ryan O'Neal, who
play the lovers on film, bring them to life in a way the novel didn't even
attempt. They do it simply by being there, and having personalities.
The
story by now is so well-known that there's no point in summarizing it for you.
I would like to consider, however, the implications of Love Story as a three-, four-or five-handkerchief movie, a movie
that wants viewers to cry at the end. Is this an unworthy purpose? Does the
movie become unworthy, as Newsweek thought it did, simply because it has been
mechanically contrived to tell us a beautiful, tragic tale? I don't think so.
There's nothing contemptible about being moved to joy by a musical, to terror
by a thriller, to excitement by a Western. Why shouldn't we get a little misty
during a story about young lovers separated by death?
Hiller
earns our emotional response because of the way he's directed the movie. The
Segal book was so patently contrived to force those tears, and moved toward
that object with such humorless determination, that it must have actually
disgusted a lot of readers. The movie is mostly about life, however, and not
death. And because Hiller makes the lovers into individuals, of course we're
moved by the film's conclusion. Why not? [Ebert’s rating: 4 stars out of 4]
Labels:
drama, romance, rom-drama-faves, tragedy
IMDb 69/100
MetaScore (critics=84, viewers=76)
RottenTomatoes Averages (critics=60, viewers=78)
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