Now, don't get me wrong: I like the theater, and I like movies. I just think of them as separate entities, not as interchangeable ones.

Which is why I get bored with a movie like 'The Member of the Wedding'. I am not saying it didn't make great theater or wonderful literature, but as a film it sinks, mercilessly. Film is simply not its medium, whatever qualities it has on other levels. A line like "I always maintained I didn't believe in love" as recited by a pre-teen could perceivably make some kind of sense on the stage and in a book, but on film it is ludicrous.

12-year old tomboy Frankie is triggered by the pending marriage of her older brother to start daydreaming about what is to become of her. She feels to old for her body, and is obviously too young for her aspirations. Her anchors in life are the maid Bernice and the little boy next door, John Henry.

As it was perceived here, the whole foundation of 'The Member of the Wedding' is the acting. Ethel Waters is great as the maid, although you can hardly say that she transcends racial boundaries, and 26-year old Julie Harris is nothing if not loud-mouthed as Frankie, playing the part to the full, screaming and shouting and squirming, and simply trying too hard. If you think Brando was intense, just wait till you experience Miss Harris!

As a grandparent, I found the character played so expertly by Julie Harris troubling and a portent of a child who would grow into a troubled adult life. Frankie is not just a pre-teen with growing problems but a tantrum throwing, usually unkind and totally out of touch with reality. I think a child psychologist would confirm that diagnosis. There is too little at the end of the movie that would change my mind about Frankie's future. Short periods of "normal" behavior are common to such troubled souls. The few minutes at the end of the film left me thinking "how did she become as an adult". Perhaps if Harris's character began the film with her describing her difficult youth and recognizing the impact it had, the film would uplifted me, instead of leaving me thinking Frankie would become one of societies lost souls. I can't help liking happy endings, especially when someone triumphs over the most adverse of difficulties.

For all of kudos given to Harris, I think Brandon de Wilde is overlooked. Unfortunately, his early death ended what could have been an outstanding career. I could not help but notice that this film also cast former child star, Dickie Moore, as Dick Moore. He was the drunk soldier who befriended Frankie, and then tried to kiss her against her will. What could have been a harmless first kiss also turned into a major problem for Frankie's loss of reality. Her attempt to go with her brother on his honeymoon was the most troubling revelation that Frankie was a troubled child who needed more than a short talk. Ethel Waters plays a great role too. She is one of those persons who has more wisdom than most college professors, without ever going to college. And not even she could help Frankie.

So what do you have? A movie the critics loved, but cash customers didn't. A really great movie is liked by fans and producers. Without cash customers, we wouldn't have any film; and without art, we wouldn't have great movies. For this reason, A member of the Wedding doesn't quite live up to my standards of success.

A slice of Americana, a mood piece, a coming-of-age story about a little girl who wants things out of life, and one of the most emotional performances I've seen on screen that didn't require over-acting or scene-stealing by Ethel Waters. MEMBER OF THE WEDDING concerns one little twelve year old girl, Frankie Addams, who feels abandoned when her older brother gets married and decides to carry on with his life without her. She pours her heart out to the household maid Bernice who has a few stories of her own to tell.

For most of the story's length, MEMBER OF THE WEDDING is a two-character piece focusing on Frankie and Bernice. Frankie can't understand why the girls reject her as a member of their club and all but foams at the mouth. This and her brother's impending wedding rattles her: she also longs to get married and wonders when that day will arrive and goes on and on about the dress, how she'd look, how it would all happen.

All this time, Bernice serves as a buffer for Frankie's overblown emotions and takes on her precocious gravitas into her beautiful character like a sponge. Wise, all-knowing, the emblem of an Earth-mother, she has the experience to disclose to Frankie that her time, too, will come. Seeing Ethel Waters so alive, so tender, so humanely strong is a thing of immense beauty. It's one of those rare performances actors give -- it's as if she'd found a role that suited her bruised life and she embraced it the same way she lovingly embraces Julie Harris in one affecting sequence of this filmed play.

But she goes one step further, more than likely not aware of it. (I doubt Carson McCullers had this kind of reading of his lines in mind, but I'm sure he was overwhelmed.) Trying to bring some meaning into Frankie's anguish, Bernice recounts a moment in life when she was completely in love with a man named Luddie. They married, but he died young. The camera never once moves away from her face, looking into her own flashback in a complete, rapturous trance. As her face fills the screen and she continues telling her tale of how she looked for pieces of Luddie in other men -- "but they were the wrong pieces" --, tears stream down her face in a constant, liquid flow. All I needed to know about this woman is right there, in those five minutes as she opens up like a rose and blooms. At that moment, she is the movie in its entirety and I found myself weeping with her. I would have liked to have known Ethel Waters, and I wonder why she was overlooked by the Academy... but as usual, it's a mystery.

The same can't be said about Julie Harris. This is the third movie I've seen with her, and again she brings this abrasive overacting into her role. I know most critics love her rendition of Frankie Addams, but I felt she was literally shrieking her lines from the moment she came on screen to when she gives way to Waters and allows Waters her chance at the spotlight. While I don't deny she's had her career and is a great stage and film actress, she says nothing to me. She was nearly thirty when she made her debut on-screen and I couldn't believe for a moment she was a 12 year old girl. Even more, no 12 year-old talks in such heavy-handed tones. It's even more problematic when she punctuates her lines with triple exclamation points -- she actually makes Bette Davis at her most over-the-top seem like a zombie sleepwalking through her scenes. It probably worked well on-stage; on film it almost ruins it.

MEMBER OF THE WEDDING is one of the few movies that took on the place of minors against the world. Frankie, when she leaves home, finds herself thrown into a very adult world -- one that she couldn't possibly understand. Seeing that she encounters an American soldier who behaves quite badly with her is an issue Hollywood took a gamble on -- even today, underage kids being sexually solicited is a testy matter. It makes it understandable to have an adult actress play Frankie -- until LOLITA and TAXI DRIVER happened, that is. MEMBER OF THE WEDDING also gave black actors a chance to be anything other than the peripheral black character and have a storyline, even if tragic, but one that made them people instead of ornaments. Ethel Waters is needless to say brilliant, a larger and earlier version of Alfre Woodard, and the sole reason to watch this small but poignant movie.