90 Minutes of Filler Leads to One Unforgettable Scene(MAJOR SPOILER)
By the time he directed and starred in "The Bridges of Madison County," Clint Eastwood had survived a career collapse in the late 80's and early 90s(roughly from Pink Cadillac through The Rookie), and saved his career with the spectacular High Art Oscar winner "Unforgiven" in 1992.
Suddenly, Clint was hot again (even as his 70's peers such as Burt Reynolds and Charles Bronson had faded to TV and straight-to-video work.)
Ironic: Eastwood's downfall stemmed at least partially from his many self-directed movies, which he made quickly and cheaply and which often seemed as if he didn't much care about his audience anymore. After the downfall, Eastwood had been forced to work in somebody else's movie -- Wolfgang Peterson's "In the Line of Fire" -- which had all the lush, plush production values Eastwood eschewed. (Eastwood's career was so shaky then, he got the role only AFTER Robert Redford turned it down.) Its a great thriller, and it came out the year after "Unforgiven." But "Unforgiven" allowed Eastwood to go back to directing his usual cheapjack, dour films. "In the Line of Fire" was a spectacular one-off for Clint.
As Clint returned to self-directing his more chintzy films, there was a new catch: he was pretty much required to work with other stars of his magnitude.
In 1993, the other star was Kevin Costner(in "A Perfect World.")
In 1995, the other star was...Meryl Streep?
It was a surprise. Eastwood and Streep. Populist meets Prestige. Another surprise: the movie was a love story without a gunfight or fistfight in sight. Indeed, the rather sappy romantic bestseller "The Bridges of Madison County" had been looking like a perfect vehicle for the aging Robert Redford, with some middle-aged beauty(Jessica Lange? Susan Sarandon?) as the married Iowa housewife he loves.
But Eastwood (with his newfound return to power) , bought the book, cast himself as the lead, hired Streep as a more "mature" romantic co-star and...made the movie pretty much the way he always made movies: cheaply, and with a rather banal directorial approach. The movie even had one of Eastwood's trademark self-composed scores...a few tinkles on the piano, just like he always did (see also: Mystic River.)
With Eastwood at the helm and rather 'novelty casting" as the romantic hero, 'The Bridges of Madison County" plays rather listlessly, and rather dully, for much of its running time. Indeed, we have to go about 20 minutes before Eastwood or Streep even show up on screen, in the company of near-unknown actors playing the grown son and daughter of Streep. All likely from the novel(I've never read it) but...pretty boring, too.
And then, with about a half hour to go....The Bridges of Madison County suddenly delivers, in a big, emotional, tear-drenched way that ALSO bore the seeds for plenty of post-viewing debate among married couples. Dangerous debate, you might say.
The "filler" sets up this scenario: Bored housewife Streep has been given four days alone at her isolated home as her husband and two children spend time showing animals at a State Fair in another state(nice and far away.) Globe-trotting photographer Eastwood has shown up at the house (looking for directions to bridges he can photograph for the National Geographic) and rather effortlessly become Streep's friend, and then lover, for those four days.
But the four days are up. Hubby and children will be home soon. Eastwood pushes the issue: leave with me -- this kind of certainty comes only once in a lifetime.
The tears are already building when Eastwood leaves.
And then comes the big scene.
The farmer husband is home. He drives Streep into town to get provisions. The rain is pouring down. With the shopping done, Streep is riding as passenger with her husband at the wheel.
And she sees Eastwood. Standing there, wet in the rain. And then Eastwood gets in his truck and pulls the truck ahead of the couple at an intersection. The light is red.
Streep must make her decision.
The audience is pushed hard to cry. Eastwood's tinkling piano tune becomes a fully orchestrated emotional downpour. Streep gives us heartrending narration about the agony of her decision: leave the truck? Leave the husband? Go to Eastwood?
And then a close-up on the truck door handle. Possibly the most profound close-up on a truck door handle in the history of the American movies.