Actuakers One of my all time favorites.

Cleveronix A different way of telling a story

Kien Navarro Exactly the movie you think it is, but not the movie you want it to be.

Rexanne It’s sentimental, ridiculously long and only occasionally funny

GeoPierpont Imagine this my friends, Sandy Dennis in a quirky, mad capped, pseudo intellectual gab fast with strangers. Always maintaining a stuttering, breathless, staccato with bizarre non-sequitur observational quips, I already had my fill since viewing "Who's Afraid of Virginia Wolf"!!After watching the less quirky version with Reeves and Theron, I read the reviews that claimed this older incarnation was a much more truthful and honest version and I succumbed. What a stupid dolt!The icing on the cake was both the 7 sided box and Mr. December who had his coat sleeve attack him. Now that's pure comedy for like 1927? Who wrote this script, I loathe your crackpot efforts to define an era.Anyone with a serious fatal chronic illness would not just have a bit of a chill OUTSIDE in the winter, or have a few medications to hide. What a disservice to those who truly suffer from complications of an incurable disease and wanting to have close connections to those they love. This film is a complete bore and has absolutely no redeeming values. I even discount the NYC scapes.This woman cheats men, her landlords, and most of all herself. I guess that everyone deals with their mortality in different ways. I am very impressed with this young girls escapism and manipulation of others for her own agenda. Wonderful impact and role model for future generations. I mean the author has you feeling sorry for this sub-human. Absolutely no recommend for super tripe. blech

stmarseille14-1 Sweet November was one of those 1960s movies that aspired to be great. The conversations between the characters were incredibly talky like most 1960s Broadway plays and not like real people talk but hey it's a movie, why not? I was ready to buy into the fantasy. It's also fun to see New York as it was collapsing into Mayor Lindsay chaos. The sad thing is Sweet November ended up being propaganda to push a still somewhat uptight country into a complete breakdown of marriage. Infatuation is presented as "true love", perhaps the most destructive concept Hollywood ever foisted on an gullible public and the especially vulnerable Baby Boomers who were coming of age in Sacred '68. My god, one wouldn't even know how a woman behaved during her full menstrual cycle before your month of sexual access was over. How incredibly naive. Anthony Newley is quite compelling and gets you to root for him. How sad his career was about to implode. He was such a talent that he couldn't focus in one direction and go with it. We have nobody like him today. Too bad he wasted his talents promoting such a cancerous message to America.Now we have the fruit of Sweet November: an almost 50% illegitimacy rate and children growing up without fathers. Sweet November defies science that tells us women bond to the men they sleep with thanks to the wonder hormone "oxytocin". But the radical feminism so in vogue in those heady days of the 1960s of radicals like Germaine Greer was expressed in the plot that women must be sluts to destroy their dog-like devotion to men and be free of enslaving patriarchy. Sweet November is an interesting historical piece that someday will be exhumed to show why America collapsed from within.

brefane Cloying whimsy with Sandy Dennis as Sarah an incurably ill woman who runs some unspecified "legitimate repair service" that apparently includes the men she takes in to her life and bed each month;she's lover, muse and mother. Sarah makes odd sounds when she sleeps, takes lots of medication, feels tired and cold on occasion, but spends most of her considerable energy, and apparently limited lifetime, prattling. That the men in the film or anyone would tolerate her or find her appealing is beyond me. 2 minutes with Sarah and you'll want to bolt. The script resembles a sitcom without laughs. The NYC locations circa 1968 are the only interesting thing in the film. Sweet November is a dud, the title song is awful and the remake is a terrible reworking of a bad idea. Dennis played an even drearier kook in Robert Altman's That Cold Day in the Park(69)in which she holds a young man against his will. Sweet November opened at Radio City Music Hall and pretty much disappeared. Watch it and you'll know why.

pylary-1 I saw this film as a very young adult when it first came out. I have never forgotten it. Sandy Dennis was a fabulous character actress who appeared in several movies containing socially provocative subject matters not previously well-explored in "polite circles"; in other words, in general release. For sure, there were other films addressing titillating lifestyle choices, but the overriding end-message was that if you stray from the accepted societal path, bad things will happen to you (Butterfield 8, Suddenly Last Summer, come to mind.)For those of us growing up in the '60s, society began changing in profound ways that afforded opportunities for self-expression and self- determination previously smothered in veneers of inhibition. Today,there is no societal inhibition...there is literally no subject matter that hasn't been addressed in graphic and/or grotesque detail. I believe a certain handful of films in the relationship genre will have real staying power (Brokeback Mountain). Other films may only be historically significant to individuals uniquely affected by that film, or to film buffs and other super-serious film students/teachers.Rarely does a remake of the original film meet or exceed the goal set by the original, perhaps because the times have just changed too markedly. That was certainly the case here. For me, the Charlize Theron reprise of Sandy Dennis's original role was almost unwatchable, and I like Charlize Theron. I just didn't much care about her, how she lived, or what fate befell her in the remake. Society had moved on.Now, the Hilary Swank characters in Boys Don't Cry and Million Dollar Baby...there were young woman you could care about, as much as I cared about Sandy Dennis's character back in the day. Predictably, however, when those characters eschewed inhibition and embraced self-expression and determination, bad things happened. In our collective societal consciences, then, have we really moved on all that far?