I Am Mary Jo Buttafuoco is an example of one of the latest trends in Lifetime filmmaking. The real Mary Jo Buttafuoco tells us her story in between scenes of it being reenacted by actors.
That’s not necessarily a bad idea. Lifetime did something similar with Elizabeth Smart and it led to one of the most powerful films to ever appear on the network. However, the Elizabeth Smart film benefitted from the fact that Smart is an articulate, intelligent, and insightful speaker in her own right. She is someone who went through the worst and managed to come out of it not only stronger but also with the passion and articulateness of an genuine activist.
Mary Jo is not quite as compelling. It brings me no joy to say that because Mary Jo really was put through Hell and, far too often, she has been treated as an afterthought in her own story. For those who may have forgotten or who haven’t had seen any of the previous films made about what happened to her, Mary Jo Buttafuoco was the wife of Long Island mechanic Joey Buttafuoco. She stood by Joey while he struggled with drug addiction and she supported him when he opened his own garage. Joey rewarded her loyalty by having an affair with a teenager named Amy Fisher. Fisher, who apparently believed that Mary Jo was the only thing standing in the way of her being with Joey forever, went to the Buttafuoco home and shot Mary Jo in the face.
The story was a media circus, with Amy Fisher being dubbed “the Long Island Lolita” and three made-for-TV movies being made, all in the same year, about the shooting. Joey initially denied that he had ever touched Amy and Mary Jo, who miraculously survived, originally stood by Joey. Unfortunately, in all the attention that was given to Amy and Joey (and really, the word “goombah” might as well appear with a picture of Joey in the dictionary), the fact that Mary Jo nearly died was often overlooked. Amy Fisher and Joey Buttafuoco became odd celebrities as a result of the crime. Mary Jo was ridiculed for both not realizing that Joey was cheating on her and continuing to stand by her man for years after she was shot by his mistress.
There’s a great movie to be made about Mary Jo Buttafuoco. (Considering that one of three previous films was told from Joey’s point of view, it only seems appropriate that there should have been a movie from Mary Jo’s.) Unfortunately, having Mary Jo tell her own story doesn’t work as well as one might hope. When you really want Mary Jo to go off on Joey, she instead goes off on being raised Catholic. If only she hadn’t been raised in a Catholic family, she seems to be saying, she never would have married and stuck with Joey Buttafuoco. Instead of really examining her marriage to Joey Buttafuoco, she instead blames her mother and her religion. It feels like too convenient an excuse.
The film is a bit more compelling in the flashbacks, with Chloe Lanier giving a strong performance as Mary Jo and Madelyn Grace playing Amy Fisher as not being a Lolita but instead as being a neurotic and rather stupid brat. In the end, what matters is that Mary Jo did eventually free herself from Joey and we should all be happy for that.


