Carol and I went and saw Evening this weekend. With all of the great actresses and Susan Minot and Michael Cunningham writing the screenplay, I expected to be blown away by the witty dialogue - but what you remember is the beautiful cinematography (from the opening scene right up until the end).
Ann Lord is dying and begins saying strange things in a morphine-induced state about a man named Harris, whom she has never mentioned before to her two grown daughters and whom she now tells them (somewhat incoherently) is the only man she ever loved (two husbands notwithstanding). Evening explores the ill-fated evening that was the beginning - and end - of it all. It shows you, I think, that sometimes timing trumps true love in the end, no matter how hard you try and compensate for it.
The daughters are left to wonder out loud that if Harris is the only man their mother ever loved and she was not allowed happiness with him, if her life must've been unhappy. Ann describes Harris to her daugters as "her first mistake" but by the end decides that we all do what we have to do and just maybe there are no mistakes, just extenuating circumstances.
I enjoyed the movie, cliches withstanding, and there were quite a few. The lovers who could not love. The sensitive (maybe but not openly gay) brother. The dutiful daughters. The grown-up sister. The screw-up sister. The wrong-side-of-the-tracks guy.
I expected to love the dialogue and instead could have put it on mute and just watched the colors pop from the screen. It's worth the price of admission for the opening and closing scenes on the big screen, in my opinion.