The charm and edge of Two Family House comes
in the sneak attach it launches against the viewer's sentiment. It restrains
against conventional sentiment displays. Then in a sneak round-about,
a sense of sudden solidity erupts from the quiet picture as the viewer
realizes the whole story is told from the POV of a person who would
very possibly not have had a noteworthy life at all, save for Buddy
rescuing the unwed mother. Then, strike two, another chunk of sudden
solidity as we learn from the narrator that after Buddy died, the narrator's
mother kept Buddy's bar and dream alive. Strike three, and the viewer
is punched out, by being told that the incidental person in Buddy's
life, the narrator, is now the barkeep, manager, owner of Buddy's bar.
The poignancy of an individual's dream being kept alive generations
after his death by people who happen into his live quite by accident,
hits a home run. Plain people. Simple situations. Plain people thinking
outside their situations. Killer sentim