Janet Maslin in the New York Times was similarly damning: “Ironweed is skeletal, a mere outline of Mr Kennedy’s far more resonant book. “Less than a movie, Ironweed emerges as a collection of resumes.” It hurts.” He even resented the acting: “It’s the kind of film that has no reason to exist other than to win Academy Awards,” he wrote. In 1988, Dave Kehr of the Chicago Tribune wrote: “Watching Ironweed is like having a large, metal object lodged in your brain for two-and-a-half hours. The bad news: just about everything else. The good news: Nicholson and Streep received Oscar nominations for their portrayals of the down-and-out William Phelan and his ailing partner, Helen, who struggle to make it through the cold and danger of life on the streets in 1930s Albany.
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