The People Next Door (1970)

The People Next Door: Directed by David Greene. With Eli Wallach, Julie Harris, Deborah Winters, Hal Holbrook. Comfortable New York suburbanites Arthur and Gerrie Mason learn that their seemingly innocent teenage daughter Maxie is a drug addict.

“u0026quot;The People Next Dooru0026quot; is an exploitation movie masquerading as an important social document. The cast, photography and production promise u0026quot;classu0026quot;, while the script, direction and execution scream u0026quot;cash-inu0026quot;. u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eComfortable New York suburbanites Arthur and Gerrie Mason (Eli Wallach and Julie Harris) discover one night that their seemingly perfect 16-year old daughter, Maxie (Deborah Winters) has been tripping on LSD. Arthur, a smug, bullying braggart, immediately suspects his 17-year old (long-haired) son, Artie (Stephen McHattie) of supplying the drug to his sister, and kicks him out of the house. Whereupon, (suitably) confused Harris runs next door to seek advice from high school principal David Hoffman (Hal Holbrook) whose wife, Tina (a pre-u0026quot;Phyllisu0026quot; Cloris Leachman) is an alcoholic, and whose son Sandy (Don Scardino) has his own problems. Very sensibly, he advises love and understanding on the part of the parents, which all but goes out the window when Maxie confesses she has been tripping for quite a while now, is also sexually active and on THE PILL. Naturally,she just keeps getting worse–sheu0026#39;s found by her father high on cocaine and in bed with a biker. From there, itu0026#39;s straight to family therapy where, among other things, itu0026#39;s revealed that Dad is having an affair with his lusty secretary (a pre-u0026quot;Golden Girlu0026quot; Rue McClanahan) and Mom knew it all the time. After another lamentably useless (and unintentionally hilarious) therapy session, the Masons decide to throw a party(?) which comes to an abrupt halt when one of the hired musicians is discovered puffing pot. Maxie then gets hold of more LSD, does a nude dance on her lawn and trips herself into a seedy mental hospital. The sight of her near-catatonic daughter in this horrible place drives Mom right to bed, where she remains until the filmu0026#39;s climax. u003cbr/u003eu003cbr/u003eMore a catalog of just about every ailment bedeviling middle class families in the seventies than a worthwhile attempt at explaining them, u0026quot;The People Next Dooru0026quot; lurches from one crisis to the next with very little happening in between. Thatu0026#39;s a shame, because the cast is excellent, but trapped in parts which are less like flesh and blood characters in a drama, than stereotypes in a u0026#39;u0026#39;Saturday Night Liveu0026#39;u0026#39; sketch. For example, Wallach hypocritically swallows massive amounts of sleeping pills, Harris chain-smokes her way through the story, and all involved are on edge from beginning to end. Along the way, McHattie heads a rock band (dubbed by short-lived group, The Bead Game) principal Holbrook must deal with a student riot, and Wallach gooses Leachman when the opportunity arises. Yes, The movie gives you your moneyu0026#39;s worth in 93 minutes, thatu0026#39;s for sure, but those who are wondering what the point is, will never find out. At least most B movies donu0026#39;t attempt to hide behind u0026#39;u0026#39;artisticu0026#39;u0026#39; pretensions.”