When the maudlin blockbuster Love Story (1970) reminded the world just how much blatant
emotional manipulation audiences could withstand, a tearjerker renaissance was
inevitable. Yet by the end of the ’70s, movies in the vein of Ice Castles (1978) and The Promise—both of which feature treacly
theme songs crooned by Melissa Manchester—were rapidly approaching self-parody
thanks to absurd plots and cheap endeavors to pluck viewers’ heartstrings. So,
while The Promise is not to be taken
seriously, it’s a certain kind of movie that’s almost guaranteed to touch a
certain kind of viewer. Perceived with more critical eyes, the picture’s quite
unsatisfactory on a narrative level, redeemed only by appealing production
values and sincere performances.
Fresh-faced Stephen Collins stars as Michael,
a rich college senior who is in love with Nancy (Kathleen Quinlan), an artist
who was abandoned as a child and raised by nuns. Michael’s overbearing mother,
Marion (Beatrice Straight), forbids the couple to marry. Then the young lovers
get into a horrible auto accident. Michael falls into a brief coma but
otherwise sustains only minor injuries. Nancy, meanwhile, suffers catastrophic
facial lacerations. So, while Michael is still comatose, Marion offers Nancy an
odd bargain—Marion will pay for Nancy’s reconstructive surgery if Nancy
promises never to see Michael again. Predictably, the story then contrives to
reunite the lovers years later. Michael doesn’t immediately recognize Nancy,
who is living under a new name, because Marion told him Nancy died. Anyway, all
of this goes exactly where you might expect, with virtually nothing that could
qualify as a surprise happening along the way.
Director Gilbert Cates, who made
a handful of offbeat dramas at the beginning of the ’70s, does what he can to
infuse The Promise with actual
emotion. He prudently employs extensive location photography, letting vivid
places up and down the California coast provide a level of reality that’s lacking
from the script. Cates also makes the best of a second-string cast, drawing
smooth work from such undistinguished players as Bibi Besch and Laurence
Luckinbill. As the film’s villain, Straight tries to play her one-dimensional
character with a measure of vulnerability. Meanwhile, Quinlan moves through a
full spectrum of emotions; in fact the story regularly twists and turns just to
provide fodder for her character’s “moments.” Leading man Collins probably
comes off best, for even though his character is a bit of a dope, Collins doesn’t
slip into excessive histrionics or waterworks. The Promise isn’t much of a movie, but it’s a glossy presentation
from actors and filmmakers who know exactly what audience reaction they’re
trying to elicit.
The
Promise: FUNKY
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