John and Mary

1969
R
1h 32min

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Dustin Hoffman and Mia Farrow in John and Mary (1969)

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Agrega una trama en tu idiomaJohn and Mary meet in a singles bar, sleep together, and spend the next day getting to know each other.John and Mary meet in a singles bar, sleep together, and spend the next day getting to know each other.John and Mary meet in a singles bar, sleep together, and spend the next day getting to know each other.

Dirección
- Peter Yates
Guionistas
- John Mortimer
- Mervyn Jones
Elenco

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Dirección
- Peter Yates
Guionistas
- John Mortimer
- Mervyn Jones
Elenco

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Ganó 1 premio BAFTA
- 1 premio ganado y 5 nominaciones en total

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9/10

Mia Farrow and Dustin Hoffman pairing...very interesting.

I saw this film when it opened in 1969. My memory may be clouded by the past, but I remember enjoying the teaming of Mia Farrow and Dustin Hoffman very much.

Both actors are very good in this movie. It's a small intimate two character story and depicts the "one-night" stand morals that were just beginning to take hold.

The conceit is they don't ask each other's name until the end.

Mia had just completed "Rosemary's Baby" and Dustin had "The Graduate." They were young and especially successful as actors.

I highly recommend it, if you can find it.

Trivia
When Ruth Gordon won her Best Actress in a Supporting Role Oscar for El bebé de Rosemary (1968) in April 1969, she was asked backstage by the reporters if Mia Farrow was upset at being overlooked for a nomination in the same film. "Nahhh," Gordon replied. "Besides she'll win it next year for John and Mary (1969)." But Farrow was snubbed for this film as well, and in fact never received a nomination in her decades-long career.

Citas
Mary: I don't want anymore to do with it. Not with jealousy, competition, the sound of bugles when we're all meant to line up for battle. When the bugle blows, I want to go home quietly. Lock the door, take off the telephone. I'll wash my hair, watch the saturday night movie and go to bed with a plate of cornflakes. I can do that most efficiently. I can vanish.