What the h--- is this????? I couldn't even figure out if it was a comedy (although I guess it was just Joan Crawford's buffoonish acting that made it seem funny), or a drama (at least Frederick March was being dramatic), or a satire. I still don't know, and I highly recommend this movie...to be ignored, by you the viewer.
A society woman who has neglected her husband and daughter has suddenly found God. And what a disgusting God it is that she has found.
There are a couple of redeeming aspects to the film. Let's face it, Frederick March is a superb actor...even in dreadful material. He has a dignity that shines through practically every film he ever made, and in this case, that dignity manages to struggle above the sea of mediocrity this film is drowning in.
Ruth Hussey is quite good here as a socialite friend, as is Rita Hayworth and Gloria DeHaven. It's very nice to see Nigel Bruce in a role that transcends his usual casting as a buffoon. Rita Quigley has an odd role -- too odd -- as the daughter. And, it's always fun to see Marjorie Main...here as a housekeeper. The rest of the cast...the director (George Cukor, who never had sunk so low) should have tossed them out and started over.
I will admit that while the first half of this film is trash, the further you get into the second half of the film, the more improvement you see.
Nevertheless, this is one old flick I never want to watch again.
A society woman who has neglected her husband and daughter has suddenly found God. And what a disgusting God it is that she has found.
There are a couple of redeeming aspects to the film. Let's face it, Frederick March is a superb actor...even in dreadful material. He has a dignity that shines through practically every film he ever made, and in this case, that dignity manages to struggle above the sea of mediocrity this film is drowning in.
Ruth Hussey is quite good here as a socialite friend, as is Rita Hayworth and Gloria DeHaven. It's very nice to see Nigel Bruce in a role that transcends his usual casting as a buffoon. Rita Quigley has an odd role -- too odd -- as the daughter. And, it's always fun to see Marjorie Main...here as a housekeeper. The rest of the cast...the director (George Cukor, who never had sunk so low) should have tossed them out and started over.
I will admit that while the first half of this film is trash, the further you get into the second half of the film, the more improvement you see.
Nevertheless, this is one old flick I never want to watch again.