This film just doesn't work. It's OK if you like soap operas, which was Fleming's specialty. What works worst is the idea of the sophisticated Dunne with a handsome rich kid (Van Johnson). And there is a surprising lack of spirituality and no genuine pathos to counterbalance the melodrama. I suppose in the context of the war, and under the conditions of extreme censorship of its realities that the public experienced, this film might have carried more weight. But the background action now seems so contrived and unreal that we lose that perspective.
My favorite moment in the film is the surprise appearance of Esther Williams, long before her swimsuit musical days. What a doll! Some dish! as they would say in 1943. Look for her in the bar scene.
Anyway it's worth seeing just for Spencer Tracy. He could make a commercial for dish soap and it would be worth seeing.
My favorite moment in the film is the surprise appearance of Esther Williams, long before her swimsuit musical days. What a doll! Some dish! as they would say in 1943. Look for her in the bar scene.
Anyway it's worth seeing just for Spencer Tracy. He could make a commercial for dish soap and it would be worth seeing.