Film

Postcards from the Edge

Name: Postcards from the Edge
Genre: Comedy, Drama
Released: 1990
Cast: Meryl Streep, Shirley MacLaine, Dennis Quaid, Gene Hackman, Richard Dreyfuss

Drama

A sharply funny, occasionally bruising look at addiction, fame, and the chaos of loving someone who's falling apart. Meryl Streep and Shirley MacLaine bicker and adore each other in a Hollywood apartment while navigating recovery, ego, and the wreckage of bad decisions. It's warm without being sentimental, messy without being punishing.

TMDb rating

3.3

Should you watch it?

Watch it if you enjoy sharp comedy about famous families, where the wisecracks cut closest to the bone, and you relish watching two formidable actresses spar.

Skip it if you need a tight plot with steady momentum, since its episodic drift can feel loose and its cheerfulness brittle.

What it asks of you: At about an hour and forty minutes, its scenes are mostly easygoing, the heavier material handled lightly and the jokes arriving in quick, chatty bursts.

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