The ending kills me
Especially the part when Deanie is handling Bud's son. I feel like she's thinking, "This is supposed to be my child." It's heartbreaking.
I giggle when I get attacked for my opinion, because it just doesn't make senseshare
Especially the part when Deanie is handling Bud's son. I feel like she's thinking, "This is supposed to be my child." It's heartbreaking.
I giggle when I get attacked for my opinion, because it just doesn't make senseshare
And Bud's wife looked so much like her!
share ~ Ofcourse always gets to me too. But I think everyone haves that same reaction. Maybe Deanie felt a bit hurt, possibly thinking to herself that this type of life could have been mine. In the other hand; did those feelings we had for eachother completely stayed back then, and time that past them by has taken the love they had for eachother. The final question would have been if the new Deanie wanted that life for herself?
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"A prayer for the wild at
heart kept in cages."
— Tennessee Williams
[American Playwriter]
That was sort of an ookie moment in the film...Deenie clearly felt like she had missed out on something and Bud and Angelina didn't seem that comfortable with Deenie handling their child either, though Angelina was much more gracious during the whole situation than I expected her to be. Clearly, she didn't know about Bud and Deenie's history.
shareI don't think this at all; I believe Angelina knew all too well about the relationship between her husband and his first love. Just sayin'.....
shareAngelina knew. She was very self-conscious of her dirty dress, her belly and messy house. It's heartbreaking for all of them. I truly believe that Deanie and Bud were TRUE loves and they knew it, too. They both ended up settling with other people. Circumstances kept them apart. The look on Deanie & Bud's faces at the end when they're saying good bye says it all. They really love each other and it's unspoken. They'll continue on with their lives but they won't be with their true loves. It's very real. Heartbreaking but real.
shareThey'll continue on with their lives but they won't be with their true loves. It's very real. Heartbreaking but real.
Spot on, Ellis.
Well, I don't disagree that they might be with spouses better suited to long term commitment. But remember, Bud left not because he wanted to, but because his father was pushing him to Yale, and because it was better for Deanie.
Where I do disagree, however, is your interpretation of the line from the poem...seems to me the poem is a rallying cry for strength when the grieving for that first love comes on - a reminder not to walls, and to be happy with what you do have. I don't doubt the memories of each other will fade over time, but I think their love will always be tops with Deanie and Bud.
I'm reminded a bit of the (admittedly, lesser) film, Violets Are Blue, where Kevin Kline can't go with Sissy Spacek's globetrotting photographer, because of his marriage/children. He laments being "trapped" by Bonnie Bedelia, but is reminded that we "let ourselves be 'trapped'". He might always lament what he missed, but knows marriage and staying put is where he really belongs.
I'm with tigerlilly. This is one of the most heart-breaking movies ever. From my view, they are still desperately in love, both of them, but life has moved them on. They have to move on as they have no choice. I believe it's mutual. At the end, Bud watches after Deeny as she leaves. He loves Angela, but it's not the same and poor Angela knows it.
I can't even watch this movie any more as it is so poignant and truthful. It reminds me of my high school boyfriend. We didn't work out, but it was as much about when we met as anything else.
Perfect movie about first love.
Long ago I thought I was going to die when my nineteen-year-old fiance dumped me. That was my first great love. Then I met the woman who has been my wife for the past forty years and wow, am I so, so glad I dodged that first bullet! No regrets! Splendor in the Grass sometimes just leaves grass stains.
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