Acclaimed TV-movie from CBS features Ron Howard as the eldest child in a gypsy-living, crop-picking family who dreams of his independence, guiltily planning for the day when he can make a life for himself in the city--far away from the long, sweaty days out in the fields. Lanford Wilson adapted the short story by Tennessee Williams, showing us the hardships behind this caravan of migrating workers who pick up and go from one crop to the next in the southeast. Still, with such attention to the milieu, one feels the character content comes up short. Wilson and director Tom Gries spend so much time telegraphing us that one of the workers is sick, we have nothing much to look forward to except his demise (and the burden this will place upon matriarch Cloris Leachman). Meanwhile, Howard's relationship with factory-line worker Cindy Williams (reunited from 1973's "American Graffiti") is sketchy--and it comes as a surprise to learn later that she's 'underage'. Emmy-nominated Leachman performs her role without affectation or vanity, and her wry way with a line of dialogue (neither saint nor sinner) ultimately makes the film worth-seeing, although it isn't an emotional or touching picture, as it was undoubtedly meant to be. Wilson and Gries haven't shaped the characters with care, introducing us to them within a flurry of activity. The effect is off-putting, and the finale--a hopeful question mark--doesn't begin to resolve the central family's issues.
Review of The Migrants
