Bad Acting and worse Bad Screenplay

The story-telling is good with flashbacks.The film is both funny and heartbreaking. You smile in a scene and get a soulcrushing revelation in the next.

This movie tries so hard to be funny, yet it falls flat every time. Just another example of recycled ideas repackaged with women in an attempt to appeal to a certain audience.

An old-fashioned movie made with new-fashioned finesse.

I learn lot of life lesson from this best documentary ever ) I continuously note while watching it and it's like more then 3 pages that i noted in to. Some of here )) Take picture Read more books Be smart Have a long Vision Do everything that you want while you are young,i mean age doesn't matter if you are young at your heart too )Respect every age )Have your own opinion,choice and decision about your life. Don't miss anything and due to your present circumstances so no excuse later.Love what you do,love music, whatever that makes you happy in every moments.Surround yourself with love,take responsibility,money matters so work hard ))Take care of yourself ,go to gym every morning or whatever,don't be lazy ))Life partner is huge thing )So think about it ))Accomplish your dreams as fast as you can))Line on face is truth so if you win or loose doesn't matter,don't scared of anything specially from those people who not believe in you )Just do it now for you ))time is everything ))Keep best books as your best friend which inspire you to go forward ))Collect best memories all time ) Make them ))See yourself as great human )Believe in that and be that ))Be Professional in your work ))Be great ))Enjoy your life,think out of box and do something amazing,have desire to do something that make this world more better place ))Love and peace ))Dance and music ))#liveyourlife #loveyourlife #beGrateful #stayAwesome https://twitter.com/MMahendra001Thanks a lot both Edith ))) I never thank you enough ))

I had a very complicated reaction to "Grey Gardens," the Maysles brothers' cult classic 1975 documentary. I felt by turns creeped out by Edith and Edie, the mother and daughter at the film's center, and very sorry for them. They rot away in a derelict and disgustingly dirty mansion, swarmed by cats and other wild animals, bickering and reminiscing about the lives each of them left behind, Edith's as a singer and Edie's as a model and dancer. There shouldn't be anything wrong with not realizing your ambitions when those ambitions lie in artistic fields that only a very select few succeed in, yet the fact that these two didn't replace their disappointments with anything else turns them into grand guignol caricatures. Edie especially is like Norma Desmond if Norma had never been successful in the first place. I couldn't decide whether she was just deeply eccentric or actually suffering from a mental disorder. There's a scene where some people they know come over for Edith's birthday party, and the young female guest looks the entire time like she can't wait to get out of the house and away from the weirdness. That's exactly how I felt watching the film. Even though they volunteered to have their lives filmed, and despite the fact that Edie at least thrives on the attention, I couldn't help but feel a little shamed being a voyeur. The film is like rummaging through someone else's dirty underwear.Grade: A

This is one heck of a disturbing movie. I'm aware that Little Edie is quite a cult figure with a loyal following even years after her death, but I'm not sure how someone like her would generate "fans" per se. If she wasn't mentally ill when she moved back in with her mother, she certainly was by the time the Maylses showed up, and her narcissistic mother is surely the one who punched her ticket to the funny farm.I understand the Beales were delighted with the film when it was screened for them. Anyone who's okay with being portrayed the way those two women are in this movie is not playing with a full deck, period. One half-naked and screeching "Tea For Two"; the other with her skirt on upside down and an unidentifiable piece of clothing pinned to her head marching to a rah-rah fight song… nope, no adult women I know would be happy about ending up on film looking like that. I'm acquainted with some poor housekeepers who don't feel comfortable letting repairmen in the house… but they don't have huge holes in their walls that raccoons are coming and going through, and they don't have rooms piled waist-high with empty tin cans. This is a problem, and hardly anything to admire.Personally, I was torn between a certain degree of pity and outright revulsion, and I found it very hard to finish the film (took me 2 nights; I needed a break). It's sad that the husband/father and sons/brothers retreated, but who could entirely blame them? In those days I doubt there were the safety-nets in place that are available now; maybe the only thing the men of the family could think of to do was step away and go on with their own lives.To the reviewer who mentioned Miss Havisham: spot on! In living color and stereo!I'm glad for the sake of the once-beautiful home that someone bought it and restored it.

If creepy-as-s**t "aristocratic" Americans attachment disorders were McDonald's happy meals, Foxcatcher would be for the boys while Grey Gardens would be for the girls... weird analogy, perhaps, until you realize that one of the Bouvier/Beales (or both) knew the Duponts, and one of their photos is pointed in the film out as being shot by those other delightful bunch of blue bloods.This is the original 'Hoarders', a reality show before that concept had polluted the TV airwaves, only here given a natural boost and clarity by the Maysles brothers - they're unmistakable as being part of this whole thing and even try to sing along once or twice in good favor with these wombats - and thus they are all-too human depictions of decay and disorder. You might almost think going on, as I did, mistakenly, that there may be some laughs to be had, whether at their expense (cruel, but it's part of the whole Schaudenfreude thing with reality TV) or with them (a few of the elder Edith's observations are funny in a scathing way).But it's not really. This is a disturbing film precisely because the Maysles just show the place for how it is. And yet it also has some good historical context amid the mother and daughter squabbling (which makes up a good 55% of the film) - just one panning shot across the various homes along the Long Island sound, homes that were very likely at one time the sort one saw in Gatsby, speaks a lot of words.It's meant to be uncomfortable many times, though there's a lot of tragedy in the air as well. 'Little Edie' may or may not be here against her will in a way; but then the questions arise, and one goes into another. One might ask, why doesn't she just leave? Well then, who would take care of her mother? Maybe it's her mother's 'time' to go to a "home" for the elderly - her eyesight is quite terrible, and though she has some of her marbles she spends much of her time singing (not terribly, it should be noted) to old show-tunes and petting and feeding the stray cats. But then why even keep the house at all? Memories, perhaps. Or just the whole 'Old-Money' thing that came with being the cousin of the former wife of the president of the USA. Marriage is brought up a lot in the film - failed ones, (semi) successful ones, relationships that could have been that Little Edie resents her mother for, and her mother just thinks 'Eh, whatever'. In a way it's almost like the Maysles have no choice but NOT get in the way of these women. They only ask a question here and there to move a thought forward, not to press any point. Clearly, as one can see in Grey Gardens, these ladies can do that all on their own. Of course the house itself is another character, a gangly and rancid thing in the midst of "All those leaves" (as Little Edie points out) looking like something that should at BEST be considered for a *good* cleaning and at worst should be burned to the ground (those cute raccoons in the attic optional). Ultimately, the power of this creepy saga of the underbelly of the upper class is sometimes very hard to watch or take in, but that's the idea. After five minutes you'll either know to go along for the other hour and a half with these pieces of work, or not. I did, and I'm glad I did - whether I return, I'm not sure.