All That Heaven Allows

Synopsis: Cary Scott is a widow with two grown children. She's been leading a quiet life since her husband died, socializing with a small circle of friends. Her children no longer live with her full-time but come home every weekend. She's not unhappy but also doesn't realize how bored she is. Her friend Sara Warren encourages he to get a television set to keep her company but she doesn't want that either. She develops a friendship with Ron Kirby who owns his own nursery and comes every spring and fall to trim her trees. Ron is much younger than she and their friendship soon turns to love. Her circle of friends are surprised that she is seeing such a younger man and she might be prepared to overlook that - Ron certainly doesn't care about the differences in their ages - but when her son and daughter vehemently object, she decides to sacrifice her own feelings for their happiness. Over time however, she realizes that her children will be spending less and less time with her as they pursue their ow
Genre: Drama, Romance
Director(s): Douglas Sirk
Production: Universal
  1 win.
 
IMDB:
7.7
Rotten Tomatoes:
93%
NOT RATED
Year:
1955
89 min
2,218 Views


[Woman] Hi, Cary.|- Hello, Sara.

you're way ahead of me.

of my trees, much less get them pruned.

Oh! I can't take|credit for that.

Martin always made the arrangements|with the nursery.

After his death, the service|just automatically continued.

Not that I haven't the time. With|the children away except for weekends,

- I've got nothing but time.|- Yes, I know.

That's enough about that.|Let's have our lunch. It's all ready.

- Darling, I can't have lunch.|- Oh?

I would have phoned, but I wanted|to bring back the dishes I borrowed.

Sometimes I think you're smart|not to be a club woman.

Sometimes I wonder,|but it's just not for me.

- I hope you didn't go to trouble.|- I didn't.

It's George. He just phoned.|He's bringing out a weekend guest.

Last-minute notice, as usual.

What with a hundred other things to do,|I've got to dig up a date tonight...

- For this Mr. Allenby.|- A date?

Look, he's 40, which means he'll|consider any female over 18 too old.

We might as well face it.|I've got to be off.

Oh, how about joining us tonight|at the club for dinner?

Well, no, Sara,|I don't think I'd better.

Don't be silly. I'll phone Harvey.|Pick you up around 7:30.

- Harvey?|- Oh, well, at least he's available.

- Bye, darling.|- Good-bye.

Engine Starting]

- Could I help you, Mrs. Scott?|- Well, yes, thank you.

- Just put it right there.|- All right.

- Would you like some hot coffee?|- Yeah, thanks.

Perhaps you'd like|to share my lunch with me.

My friend couldn't stay. I have plenty|of food. Chicken, salad and rolls.

- Just a roll and some coffee will do.|- All right.

- Won't you sit down?|- Mm-hmm.

I was just wondering|if there's much to be done.

- Everything looks so wonderful.|- Not much.

[Chuckles]

Do you think you'll finish today|or will you have to come back?

Well, probably will.

I often wish I knew more|about gardening.

Do you think|I ought to take it up?

Only if you think|you'd like it.

- I'm Mrs. Scott.|- Yes, I know.

- I'm Ron Kirby.|- Oh, you're Mr. Kirby's son.

Mm-hmm. I took over the nursery|three years ago when my father died.

Have you been coming here|ever since?

Mm-hmm. Every spring and every autumn.

This may be my last year.

At agricultural school, I got interested|in trees. So I started growing them.

- What kind of trees?|- All kinds.

White fir, Douglas fir,|silver tip spruce.

- Do I have any?|- [Chuckles] No.

But you have some|just as interesting.

Like this Koelreuteria.

In china where it comes from,|they call it the Golden Rain tree.

Beautiful, isn't it?

They say it can only thrive|near a home where there's love.

- It's a beautiful legend.|- Mm-hmm.

Well, I'd better|get back to work.

Thank you for the coffee.

[Boy] Hey, Mother!

Here I am!

Hello, darling!|- Hi!

- Ned|- Hi, mom.

I didn't expect you home|until tomorrow.

I didn't have a class today|so I phoned Kay from Princeton...

I was catching up on some case|histories... bane of the social worker...

- So I brought them along.|- When's dinner?

I've been invited out|for dinner.

- Where are you going?|- Sarah's giving a party at the club.

I'll have to get dressed. Harvey's|going to pick me up in a little while.

Harvey?

Oh, that's all right.|I'll go fix the cocktails.

- Harvey likes my martinis.|- Ned, the martini wizard.

Have you been seeing much of Harvey?|- No, dear, he's been out of town.

Florida, I think.|- I like Harvey.

He's pleasant, amusing,|and he acts his age.

If there's anything I can't stand,|it's an old goat.

As Freud says, when we reach|a certain age, sex becomes incongruous.

I think Harvey understands that.

##[Orchestra]

And the only bachelor|around here.

I'll admit,|he does have his drawbacks.

He talks too much|about his health,

but when you get to be his age,|it's understandable.

Of course, it's normal to|fall apart as one grows older.

But I can see|it might be hard to accept.

Although naturally it doesn't matter|as much with men as it does with women.

But, I guess Harvey's|intelligent enough anyway to...

this?

[Wolf Whistle]

It's about time you wore something|besides that old black velvet.

- Is it?|- Of course.

Personally, I never subscribed|to that old Egyptian custom.

At least I think it was Egypt.|- What egyptian custom?

Of walling up the widow alive in the|funeral chamber of her dead husband...

along with|his other possessions.

The theory being that|she was a possession too.

with him. The community saw to it.

Of course, that doesn't happen anymore.|- Doesn't it?

Well, perhaps not in Egypt.

- What do you mean?|- Oh, nothing. Let's go downstairs.

[Music Off]

Holy cats, Mother.

I've had it for quite a while.|I just haven't worn it.

- Do you like it?|- I guess it's all right.

[Doorbell Ringing]

Hope it doesn't|scare Harvey off.

- A typical Oedipus reaction.|- A what?

A son subconsciously resents his|mother being attractive to other men.

We call it an Oedipus complex.

[Door Closes]

- Good evening, Harvey.|- Cary, my dear! Well!

- And Kay!|- Hi, Harvey.

- You'll have a cocktail before you go?|- We have time.

- He's mixed it especially for you.|- Thank you.

- We've missed you.|- I'm glad.

- Did you enjoy Florida?|- Perfect, Kay, perfect. Cary!

I discovered one of the most|wonderful doctors down there.

Cured one of my eternal colds,|like that!

Mom, Harvey, the Scott special.|- Thank you, Ned.

- Thank you.|- Mmm!

Excellent, my boy! Excellent!

I'm not sure the gin is as good|as the brand I usually use,

but the vermouth is fair.

[Kay] You mean|those two little drops you put in?

Kay, I hope for the sake|of my liver you've miscounted.

[Chuckling]

Cary, you're looking|lovely tonight.

- That color becomes you.|Well, thank you, Harvey.

Ned was afraid the dress|might frighten you.

It would take more...|perhaps I should say, less to scare me.

No, thank you, Ned.|One cocktail is my limit.

You know,|my reform started...

the night your father|won this trophy.

He filled it with champagne|and made us drink it.

[Sighing]|I can still remember it.

- How many of you were there?|- Not enough.

- I think we better start, don't you?|- Yes, Harvey.

##[Orchestra]

- Cary! Hi, Harvey.|- Hello, Bill.

- We never see you anymore.|- Cary, dear, it's been ages.

Ann and I were laughing|the other night about the time Martin...

Here you are. You can have her later.|Come on, darling.

My favorite woman. What'll it be?

- We had a martini at the house...|- Never switch the pitch.

- Same for you?|- Nothing for me. I've had my quota.

You'll need more than one to see you|through this party, all my fault too.

- And I've got him for the whole weekend.|- George! Hush.

Tom, Cary. I want you to meet|Miss Frisbee, Mr. Allenby, Mrs. Scott.

- Mrs. Scott.|- How do you do?

Hello. I've been telling|your Mr. Allenby...

He's awfully hard to resist.

Seems to be mutual.

- Sara!|- Hello, Sara, Cary.

Did you see? The Nortons|are here together. After all the talk...

- What talk?|- You know what everyone said.

- No, but i'm sure you do.|- [Clearing Throat]

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