We need more directors willing to take risks with films like Get Out.
"Bed of Roses" tells a sappy story about two sad sacks who get more or less what they deserve - each other. It's one of those weepers that might have made sense in the 1930s, with big stars to let us know it was only kidding. But I'm afraid this movie is very serious about its romance, which is so earnest and sweet that I kept hoping at least one of the lovers would turn out to be a slasher.
The film opens with a day in the life of Lisa (Mary Stuart Masterson), a top-level executive whose private life is empty despite the presence (or more often the absence) of a boyfriend. Both of them are workaholics, making it convenient to go with a person who has no time for them. One day Lisa gets some news: A man named Stanley has died in Philadelphia. On the same day, she receives a mysterious delivery of flowers, from an anonymous admirer.
We learn more about Stanley later: He was Lisa's abusive adoptive father, who reared her after she was abandoned at an airport. Stanley's wife died soon after the adoption; Lisa is a woman with more missing parents than most. (There is even a flashback to little Lisa asking the drunken, sullen Stanley, "When's my birthday?" and him growling, "You don't have a birthday.") Back to the present. Who are the flowers from? She cross-examines the deliveryman, named Lewis (Christian Slater). He claims to know nothing, but later confesses the flowers are from him.
He takes long walks at night, you see, to try to forget the pain of his wife and child having died, and one day he saw her standing in her window, and fell in love. Oh, and he owns the florist shop.