Next Stop, Greenwich Village is a very beautiful motion picture. Writer-director Paul Mazursky’s gentle and touching film is a sort of young adult’s American Graffiti.
An outstanding cast of New York players, plus Shelley Winters in one of the most superb characterizations of her career, gives the film a wonderful humanity and credibility.
Lenny Baker heads the cast in an excellent depiction of a young Brooklyn boy aiming for an acting career; quite naturally, pop Mike Kellin and mom Winters have their doubts – she being more than willing to articulate them. But Baker, like Don Quixote, sets forth on his quest.
Baker’s new life centers around a group of arresting people: Ellen Greene, his girl; Christopher Walken, lothario-playwright; Dori Brenner, the type girl who hides her sensitivities in kookiness; Antonio Fargas, the gay equivalent of Brenner’s character and so on.
In dark hair, Winters has managed to escape her near-formula mother role into new creative territory.