You can only be young once. But you can always be immature.
Footprints is heavy on, I guess, irony. The story starts with a woman sprawled across the cement Stars Of Fame in front of Grauman’s Chinese Theater in Los Angeles, which is one of the last and most famous of the grand movie palaces. The voice-over says: a woman was lost but this is unusual because she comes back. This woman doesn’t know who she is, even her name: the problem is we are asked to care about a cipher who is not particularly appealing physically, to be quite honest, and not a great actress, I’m sure she knew somebody and I’m sure she’s very nice to her mother, but she wanders around Hollywood meeting various ne’er-do-wells and at some point dresses up as Wonder Woman to make money and runs into an old fashioned movie star who may or may not still exist we aren’t terribly interested in her dilemma. And the idea is that she has lost her memory and she’s trying to figure out who she is. The major reason to see this movie as far as I’m concerned is Pippa Scott who was in The Searchers and Auntie Mame. And it was really a shame to have her in the movie because even at her age, which is probably in her late 70s, she still blows everybody else off the screen both in terms of beauty and ability to act. Two stars.