I saw this originally in 1990 on PBS American Playhouse. That series (American Playhouse) often aired these little "gem" films and it's a great shame that the series is no longer on PBS. But times were different then.
Anyway, this film is one of those gems. No plot needed here, one can quickly become involved with each of these ladies and their lives...their performances are so poignant and delicate as our real lives are and their tales could be anyone's. There are some funny sequences, and the lady named Cissy is just precious--she has a great laugh and her face is so bright and cheery. She could be the great lady next door who becomes a wonderful neighbour to invite in for afternoon tea.
For me, the real treasure of this film's effect is the feelings tinged with sadness, especially for the lady/character named Constance. What a superb lady. She could be my own grandmother! I have now watched this film several times, and each time I see Constance with her face full of pain and remorse for something past, it pains me to watch. When she is standing there all alone looking out onto the lake listening to the birds or trying to hear them and she drops her medicine pills into the lake, as if she wants to die....it causes me such pain to watch. Later in the film, when she tells Mary she can't hear the bird singing, but she would give anything to hear the bird again, I cried like a baby.
I am rather suspicious that much of the ad-hoc performances from all the ladies were left on the cutting room floor and that is too bad. I would have wanted more from each one of them, but most especially about Constance. Her eyes often look so full of tears, it makes me want to reach out and hold her!!! I am teary-eyed just typing this about her. Constance, wherever you are now, thank you for allowing us into your life, however briefly.
All the ladies are brilliant and I highly recommend this to anyone who have great-grandmothers, grand-mothers and yes moms too, because they could have been in this film.