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As the film opens - shortly after an afternoon’s work on a B-level movie production - the near-40-year-old, near-has-been actress Suzanne overdoses on pills, in the bed of a man (Dennis Quaid) she’d met the previous evening.
It’s a cliché to proclaim during one’s dog days that someone’s seen better ones, but this is a pretty solid observation to let out around Suzanne. Postcards from the Edge stars Streep as Suzanne Vale, Fisher’s stand-in.
I haven’t read the book, but one can assume, since Fisher adapted it for the movie, that the film closely adheres to its source material’s revelations, or whatever one might call them when the work in question is labeled semi-autobiographical and when the names of the characters are not the same as their real-life counterparts. Though it’s fictional, the novel is in large part based on the relationship between Fisher and her mother, Debbie Reynolds, so you’re almost pressed to wonder which parts have the most truth baked into them. By now, the novel has become almost folkloric when on the subject of celebrity parent-kid duos. Postcards from the Edge is based on a 1986 book by Fisher. But Streep and MacLaine - who are the film's protagonists - persuade us a lot of the time to overlook the movie's deficiencies. Even the finer details seem a hair broad-stroked. And as a mother-daughter dramedy it’s full of gusto to the point that even when it's being revealing and/or rawly vulnerable, the naked truths are more played for laughs than I think they should be. As an addiction movie - which it’s definitely supposed to be - Postcards from the Edge is partial to changing or (mostly) glossing over the subject when things are just about to get really rough.
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