Cast & Crew
John, a furniture designer, and Mary, an art gallery assistant, meet at Maxwell's Plum, a New York City singles bar. Without exchanging names, they go back to John's fashionable Riverside Drive apartment and make love. Mary awakens, and while John sleeps, she looks through his book collection, at his furniture, and at a picture of his former girl friend, Ruth, a model. While Mary showers, John gets up and examines her handbag to find out who she is. Unenthusiastically, he makes breakfast for her. They engage in casual conversation while each privately sizes up the motivations of the other and recalls recent unhappy affairs. After breakfast, John plays a recording of Handel's music on his stereo system and exchanges verbal attacks with Mary. Their thoughts continue: John recalls the time that Ruth came uninvited to his apartment with all her belongings, and Mary thinks of her recent affair with James, a married politician. Mary leaves the apartment, but she forgets her keys and returns. John makes lunch for her, and during the afternoon she goes to sleep on his bed and dreams of a date with the politician in a hotel room. When she awakens, John decides suddenly that she reminds him of his mother and asks her to go. She writes her telephone number on a mirror, but John erases it and rushes to a party given by Ruth. He quickly becomes bored with the boisterous affair and leaves to find Mary. Recalling that she lives in Murray Hill, he goes there by taxi, searching the neighborhood in vain. When he returns to his apartment, Mary is there cooking dinner. They get into bed, exchange names, and begin a relationship.
L. B. Abbott
Frank P. Keller
John Robert Lloyd
John and Mary
Despite blooming in the midst of a worldwide youth culture siege, our New Wave was inordinately interested in the lostness, melancholy and frayed edges of middle age. (This was the era in which Gene Hackman, in his 40s, became a bona fide movie star.) But there was so much new social terrain being pioneered by the under-30 set, filmmakers couldn't help but focus there as well, in a new variety of ways. Spurred by European art films and the country's own psychosexual climate, American movies started taking seriously looming slices of life it had previously either neglected or idealized into froth: relationships, sexual norms, gender inequality, maturation, modern ambivalences about social roles, and so on. The Graduate (1967) may well have initiated this trend and is justly famous for it, but a subsequent and wholly ignored launch into this fresh territory was Peter Yates's John and Mary (1969). A conscientious effort to thoroughly excavate the brainpans of the average twentysomethings of 1969, as they collide, ricochet, succeed at growing close quickly but fail at maintaining intimacy, Yates's film begins in bed, prowling across the snoozing forms of Dustin Hoffman and Mia Farrow, and as she wakens and looks around, it's clear she doesn't know where she is, or even with whom. She gets up and wanders, looking for clues (on the bookshelf, where Norman Mailer and Tom Wolfe loom ominously), and he wakes up and pretends not to. Then he hits the bathroom, rummaging a bit through her purse for a hint toward her identity. Not a word is spoken for some time.
Clearly, the protagonists (they and we don't learn their names until the very end of the movie) did things in reverse, as modernity would have it - they had sex before getting to know each other at all, and now that task, over breakfast and rainy-day slumming, is all the more vexing and difficult. They banter, flirt, bicker, interrogate, while Yates and screenwriter John Mortimer (of Rumpole of the Bailey  fame, working from a novel by Mervyn Jones) fill out the two of them with flashbacks, both short-term (to the night before, in a very real Manhattan bar) and long-term (their last few years of doomed affairs), and lay the couple's unspoken and often sexist thoughts in as whispered narration right over and amid dialogue. (This was eight years before the subtitles in Annie Hall, 1977.) Thematically, the movie is almost anthropological in the purity of its intent - casting an analytical eye upon men's and women's roles and rules as they're changing right under our feet, leaving the new generation to, essentially, reinvent the romantic wheel.
Which could have been all very schematic, but John and Mary, being a New Wave film, pulls no punches and at the same time fulfills no conventional expectations. For one thing, both characters are remarkably prickly, reserved, wary, ungenerous - unlikable, even. Hoffman's young, shy designer nerd is an anal control freak, hip enough to be fastidiously converting his own warehouse-attic loft and to whip up a souffle for lunch, but compulsively doing the dishes before a meal is even completely finished. She is a defensive, acquiescent and somewhat slow-thinking art gallery clerk bruised and lost after being toyed with by a married man, as blank in her life's desires as she is secretly ashamed of her will-nilly sexual choices. What we see built between them is assiduously, fiercely unromantic - the two of them are at odds with each other at nearly every step, or at least mystified about how much they might be doing what they're supposed to be doing. ("Hard work," Farrow's slack New Woman muses to herself silently, "for something I might not really want... Perhaps.") They are nice without being, by rom-com standards, terribly nice at all, and not very inspiring. We know more or less from the outset that they're not "destined" for each other, as lovers in all Hollywood films are supposed to be, neither are they even remotely "in love." They're just glancing off each other, like particles, and however much the film suggests a romantic coalescence in the end, the characters are so clearly drawn and so four-dimensional that we aren't convinced for a second that the relationship, should it last out the weekend, has any chance of surviving for more than a month after that. Nor do we have reason to hope that it might.
This odd realization is fueled further by Hoffman and Farrow, whose thoughtful, awkward lack of chemistry seems like a casting coup - you never get a sense of what one likes about the other, and at times the actors seem to actively dislike each other. This may also well be why the movie did not and has not found an audience, but it's also unique and insightful, a type of romantic experiment that happens, however fleetingly, in real life all the time, and is never seen in movies. This is the rare film about dating and sex that tells the truth: to find love you have to bumble around and sort through ill-fitting options; chance plays a disquietingly large role; and sometimes things do not click, despite the appearance of good fortune and sexual compatibility and a good souffle.
Yates, coming off the Steve McQueen hit Bullitt (1968) and predominantly a mucho-macho action director, never misframes or mistimes this uneasy pas de deux - or gives too much away. In the end, we're still a little mystified by the eponymous pair, like we often are with real people, even those we love. This is the New Wave in action - encouraging us to contemplate the human enigmas, not directing us toward an easy and dishonest happy ending. By Michael Atkinson
John and Mary
John and Mary marked the feature film debut of actress Tyne Daly.
Released in United States Winter December 1969
Released in United States Winter December 1969