I recently watched Marty for the first time. The film stars Ernest Borgnine, and it won the 1955 Academy Award for Best Picture along with three other Oscars, so I figured I should watch it.
My five-sentence summary:
Marty’s gonna run a fine butcher shop some day.
Lonely Marty finally meets a girl who’s a “dog” just like he is.
Marty’s cousin and his wife get their nagging mother-in-law to move in with Marty and his mom.
And Marty’s friends and his mom don’t like “dog” girl.
But Marty’s gonna call the girl again anyways!
Hmmm … some touching moments, but not my cuppa joe.
[Related post: Zorba the Greek.]
As someone who was the same age as Marty’s Mom and Aunt at the time I first saw Marty, I freaked out a bit about how they were no longer viable as women. Just “mothers” to be shuttled around. Especially if they were widowed. I believe they were 59 quoted as being in the movie.
And they looked like my grandmother if I still had one alive. Do people make a decision at some point that they don’t want to be attractive and viable as sexual human beings and just give up?
Very good, sad question, Rita.