Like some of the other commentators, I saw this movie when I was young -- perhaps 11 or 12. I was babysitting the boys next door in 1964, and I think it was on the old NBC Saturday Night at the Movies back in the 1960s. A few years later, I read James Agee's "A Death in the Family" and recognized it as the original source. But years, then decades, went by before I saw the film again.
I remember being entranced by the opening scenes, where I see a father taking his young son into a saloon ... doing the Charlie Chaplin dance ... then going home together. Years later (for me) I had buddies who rented rooms on Forest Street in Knoxville while they attended UT. They knew nothing of the book, nor how families there once lay down on cotton comforters on the grasse of the backside lawns to gaze at the stars. Heck, back in the late 1970s, I could even find in Knoxville the railroad yard and roundhouse mentioned in the book. Probably not now.
It's a wistful movie. Some photography and audio was a little too artful ... a departure from the main scenes. But, like everyone else, I cherished the scenes where Rufus spends time with his Aunt -- especially when he dons that outrageous cap.
You can learn things from movies. For me, an enduring lesson was gained when Robert Preston uses his hands to warm the sheets before his wife gets into bed. I did this for years on cold winter nights when I was a married man for 25 years ... and discovered, after divorce, how such a small act is still appreciated by others.
I also feel fortunate to have met Robert Preston in -- of all places -- the Richmond VA airport somewhere around 1980. Not your normal venue. But we were both trapped by planes diverted by a monster storm. We shared several drinks, he told hilarious stories -- but I stopped him (clearly) when I mentioned that All the Way Home was my favorite movie in which he was featured. "What? Not Music Man?" He feigned to be indignant ... but, perhaps because so few people even knew about this movie, or ever mentioned it to him, he realized I was sincere. He spoke of how much he enjoyed the story, made a few untoward comments about the director and Jean Simmons ... but he clearly liked the role he'd played. He was a very warm and charming and gracious man.
All the Way Home is a terrific movie ... so rare these days to see a film focused on family, love, and the ways youngsters see the world.
I remember being entranced by the opening scenes, where I see a father taking his young son into a saloon ... doing the Charlie Chaplin dance ... then going home together. Years later (for me) I had buddies who rented rooms on Forest Street in Knoxville while they attended UT. They knew nothing of the book, nor how families there once lay down on cotton comforters on the grasse of the backside lawns to gaze at the stars. Heck, back in the late 1970s, I could even find in Knoxville the railroad yard and roundhouse mentioned in the book. Probably not now.
It's a wistful movie. Some photography and audio was a little too artful ... a departure from the main scenes. But, like everyone else, I cherished the scenes where Rufus spends time with his Aunt -- especially when he dons that outrageous cap.
You can learn things from movies. For me, an enduring lesson was gained when Robert Preston uses his hands to warm the sheets before his wife gets into bed. I did this for years on cold winter nights when I was a married man for 25 years ... and discovered, after divorce, how such a small act is still appreciated by others.
I also feel fortunate to have met Robert Preston in -- of all places -- the Richmond VA airport somewhere around 1980. Not your normal venue. But we were both trapped by planes diverted by a monster storm. We shared several drinks, he told hilarious stories -- but I stopped him (clearly) when I mentioned that All the Way Home was my favorite movie in which he was featured. "What? Not Music Man?" He feigned to be indignant ... but, perhaps because so few people even knew about this movie, or ever mentioned it to him, he realized I was sincere. He spoke of how much he enjoyed the story, made a few untoward comments about the director and Jean Simmons ... but he clearly liked the role he'd played. He was a very warm and charming and gracious man.
All the Way Home is a terrific movie ... so rare these days to see a film focused on family, love, and the ways youngsters see the world.