My One and Only

Here we have the odd and true (mostly, I suppose) story of George Hamilton, his mother, and brother, as they make their way across the country from New York to Los Angeles, and how he accidentally stumbled into a mediocre movie career. His mother is a sort of Tennessee Williams character, not awaiting her gentleman caller but actively searching him out—object: matrimony—and always finding the wrong one, and rather reliant on the kindness of strangers, of which she doesn’t find very much. The sons are long-suffering with her eccentricities, her refusal to see the truth, and her pride in not wanting to return to her cheating bandleader husband. It is well-done, but a bit detached. I didn’t feel very involved in it.