I’m very disappointed in the Lifetime Television Network. I tune in specifically to see really cheeseball melodramas where an abused woman runs away from her husband, abandons her children, finds love in the big city, becomes a top fashion designer, then goes back to reclaim her forgotten children and tell her first husband off. All before the first commercial.
But is that what Lifetime gives us with ‘The Memory Keeper’s Daughter,’ which premiered last night in Hollywood? No. It’s actually decent.
Oh, sure, it sounds cheesier than a tub of Velveeta. It’s an adaptation of Kim Edwards’s bestseller about a doctor in the 1960s who gives up one of his twin infants upon learning she has Down syndrome, convincing his wife the baby died at birth. The nurse who takes the baby lives a wonderful life while the doctor and his wife dissolve into a loveless heap of alcoholism and adultery.
All the campy claptrap we’ve come to expect from Lifetime, right? But then they betray us by casting Dermot Mulroney as the doctor, Gretchen Mol as the wife, and Emily Watson as the nurse. All very fine actors who give very real, heartfelt performances.
Did they not get the memo? There are no caterers on a Lifetime movie because the scenery is lunch. There’s no room for subtlety or real emotion. Unfortunately, the film is filled with real, heartfelt moments.
I, for one, feel completely betrayed. Lifetime better shape up, or I’m switching to We.