Based on the touching Larry McMurtry novel Leaving Cheyenne, this 1974 western romance is a gem. I loved it so much, I watched it twice in one week - an honor of mine reserved for very special movies. It's told in sections, like the novel, focusing on each of the three characters' perspectives. First is young Anthony Perkins. He's grown up working on the family farm and trying to be responsible and mature like his father. His best friend, Beau Bridges, is a cowboy. He doesn't want to settle down and own his own land someday; he just wants to be a hired hand and be free to go where the wind takes him. The two pals are extremely close, and their near brotherly relationship is the strongest in the story. Even when they both fall in love with the same girl, Blythe Danner, their friendship never wavers.
As the years pass, Blythe is forced to make a choice between the two. Her choice surprises everyone, and the rest of the film shows how they cope and move on with the rest of their lives. Romance and friendship are the leads of the story, but hard work, responsibility, consequences, and time are also given strong supporting roles. Lovin' Molly isn't just a movie; it feels like you're witnessing the characters' lives. They become so dear to your heart, you'll be anxious to get a copy of the novel to get to know them even better. I usually prefer the movie to the book, and even though McMurtry's words are full of poignancy, this adaptation is equally haunting. The characters are given faces and fleshed out extremely well. I've never seen Psycho, but even if Anthony Perkins has been ruined for you, you can still see him with fresh eyes in this role. Beau Bridges is lovable and puts a smile on your face with his playful attitude. And even Blythe Danner, whom I don't really like, is sufficiently careless to make her character believable.
Lovin' Molly is wonderful. Every time I watch it, the ending and final lines make me tear up. I highly recommend it. Released in a year when grandiose movies like The Great Gatsby, Chinatown, and Murder on the Orient Express overshadowed intimate films like this, it still makes an impression.
