Reviewed byHoldenSparkVote: 9/10/10
Oh. My. God.
What a stunning piece of craftsmanship. A masterpiece. Such innocence.Such humanity. Such wisdom. Such truth. Such is the need to touch thesoul of another, and such is the need to seek comfort. Yet tendernessrisks so much. Oh to be tender again. Yet who could bear it again?
I remember when I was eight years old and I remember what a splash thismovie made. I don't really recall that I was told or even understoodwhy, and of course I wasn't taken to see it at that age, at that time,when it was common to keep children ignorant of much they are nottoday. I'm not sure now that it wasn't the craving of the parents tolet themselves drown in the strangeness that is naivety prolonged toolong for the sake of innocence itself rather than some strange desireto protect their children from things the children could already beginto feel within themselves but were not allowed to mention or ask about.
Though the latter is, even today, what is trumpeted about as the reasonfor shielding children from things they might not be ready for, I'mbeginning to wonder if it isn't really the parents who are justprotecting themselves, trying to squeeze out more childhood days fromtheir children for the parents to enjoy before they must finallyrelease their darling children into the fray that tides upon the whimsof nature and destiny.
This movie came out in 1971. Tonight they played it late on our localPBS station here in Dallas. I'd never seen it and not thought aboutrenting it and watching it in all these 33 years since then.
One might say it is simply about a couple of 15 year old boys coming ofage. But it is more than that. So much more. In fact, without question,it is about the human condition itself.
This is a movie about sex, no doubt about that either. But a movie of akind that I don't think I've ever seen before. Everyone should see thisfilm. Everyone.
If you live alone, see it and feel your own soul's needs. If you livewith someone, see it together and draw him or her close.
Above all, when it is over, you will find yourself remembering andfeeling that rarest of all feelings, true tenderness.
The young men should have received acclaim for their performances , andwithout question so too should have the woman.
For she was woman, every woman.
Reviewed byrams_lakersVote: 8/10/10
I first saw this movie on TV as a teenager in the 70s. One or two of mysisters may have been watching too, and it was somewhat embarrassingwhen the intimate scene with Hermie and Dorothy came out, but I wasn'tabout to turn my head as I enjoyed the movie as a whole. My parentswere never that strict on us so I didn't have that worry.
This movie tugs at the emotions. The impossible relationship with thebeautiful older woman. The camaraderie with friends during that age.It's also interesting how 15 year old girls were made to appear soimmature and unsexy, like when the 3 boys had dates and were standingin a movie line. Everything points to the thrill of that older womanrelationship. I was just wanting that to happen for Herbie, and when itdid... wow. Some of the situations were humorous, like when Herbietries to buy rubbers at the dime store. Just all in all a great story,one I can watch again and again. I give it 8 out of 10 stars. This oneis easily in my top 250.
Reviewed byVincent CanbyVote: 3/5/10
"Summer of '42" is a memory movie, written, directed and acted with such uncommon good humor that I don't think you'll be put off by its sweet soft-focus, at least until you start analyzing it afterwards.
Silent as a painting, the movie shows us day-dreamer Hermie and his friends Oscy and Benjie spending the summer of '42 on an US island with their parents - rather unaffected by WWII. While Oscy's main worries are the when and how of getting laid, Hermie honestly falls in love with the older Dorothy, who's married to an army pilot. When her husband returns to the front, Hermie shyly approaches her.