“October Baby” Is a Gift

by Harold Fickett on March 23, 2012 · 8 comments

When Hannah leaves the nurse’s apartment and collapses in the hallway, wailing and sobbing, the camera moves back to the nurse in her apartment, and we hear Hannah’s outpouring of rage and grief with the nurse’s depth of understanding.  That’s when the authentic emotion locked in the basic story truly begins to be unleashed.

One scene after another then begins to work to full effect, even when we know they are coming—even when they have way too many cinematic forebears.

Hannah wanders into a Catholic cathedral after her adoptive mother tells her of looking for solace in such a place, as she sought God and healing.  Enter the avuncular old priest who is locking up the church but stops to speak with the troubled young woman.

You are excused if a sudden impulse to imitate Spencer Tracy comes over you.  But, October Baby pulls it off.

The wise avuncular priest turns out to be a believable, wise, avuncular priest, whose speech has just enough misdirection to elude our defenses and strike straight at the heart.

“Because you have been forgiven,” he says, “you have the power of forgiveness.”

A movie that stayed on the “family film” level would never have suggested that Hannah herself was in need of forgiveness.  It would have preached, instead, that she needed to accept her own wonderfulness–her “true self.”

I mean, we thinks she’s wonderful.  Not since the young Dana Delany and the luminous Mary Louise Parker has an actress had a presence as pure and glowing as Rachel Hendrix—doubly hard to pull off when you have that many crying scenes.  Hannah sure looks like someone who deserves to believe that “loving yourself is the greatest love of all.”

It’s the priest’s suggestion that she accept her own need to be forgiven before she can forgive others that lifts the movie onto another plane.  Even survivors of botched abortions suffer from original sin.  Hannah’s emotional darkness, her will to self-destruction and self-hatred,  participates in the darkness—the evil—of what’s been done to her, and the only way to rid herself of this is to reach out to a forgiving and life-giving God.

That this scene actually works in dramatic terms is a flat-out miracle, and it does.

As the film concludes, there are other reconciliations; the tying up of numerous dramatic bows.  Every time that I was tempted to think, “Don’t make it too neat!” I found myself tearing up again, so, I let myself enjoy the wrap-ups.

October Baby, it’s a gift.

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  • Kcnorcal

    Only someone not adopted could fail to get how there is always a fundamental disconnect between the adopted “parents’ and their ‘child’.  I get it, intuitively and implicitly and completely, because I am an out-of-the-fog-of-denial middle-aged adopted adult.  What I hate about the prolife movement is its insistence that adoption is a perfect institution, almost a fairy tale.  That hurts the movement and it perpetuates destructive myths against the natural law.

  • Harold Fickett

     Kcnorcal, I accept what you are saying absolutely, but it’s one thing to know or be told of this reality and it’s another thing to make it dramatically credible on the screen.  It’s the film’s job to make us feel this reality, and at least at the beginning of the film this is not done as adequately as it might be.  You remind us that there’s a reason adopted children crave to know about their biological parents and often go to great lengths to find out when the information isn’t readily available.  I appreciate your comments. 

  • Editor

    Also, Kcnorcal, I invite you to check back on Tuesday when we’ll be featuring an excellent article by a Catholic, pro-life mother and her experiences adopting her children. You’ll enjoy it, because she in no way treats adoption as a “perfect institution” or as “a fairy tale”–she definitely knows the realities!

  • John McCarthy

    I saw the film today.  It is one of the best films I have every seen.  Take kleenex.  Everyone should grieve for every one of our children that is deliberately destroyed and denied life that was given them.

  • Yblegen

    I saw the movie, twice, with my husband who was first put in a foster home at five, then adopted at seven.  Little could I have anticipated what an emotional effect this movie would have on him.  He cried so hard, both times, that he had to remove his glasses since they were covered with tears. 

    I would have never guessed that the whole idea of not being wanted would have such an effect on him.

    Despite the tears, both times, we loved the movie and are trying to get everyone we know to see it.

     

  • Guest

    from the independent, non-clerical, non-religious movie reviews, it seems to be a really lousy movie, that “doesn’t even meet the sandards of decent propaganda”. I saw only the trailer, and it was really cheesy…

  • Harold Fickett

     See the film.  If you aren’t moved by the end, I’d be surprised. 

  • Dancingpianist3000

    I’ll see it