Davis fans get to double their fun in this well-crafted soaper. At the same time, the plot remains something of a stretch. Can twin Katie finally find happiness impersonating identical twin Pat. As herself, poor Katie is lonely, timid, and searching for an identity. Most of the time she spends folding her need into art painting. At the same time, twin Pat is outgoing, self-assured and bold; in short, Pat's everything Katie isn't. Nonetheless, Katie's future brightens when she meets what appears her soul-mate, Bill (Ford), on a lighthouse island. But then Bill meets seductive Pat, and they marry leaving poor Katie alone again. Now Katie faces a bleak future until fate intervenes and she must suddenly impersonate her twin. As Pat, however, the timid Katie discovers abilities she didn't know she had. But will these come at the cost of losing the subtle appeal that first charmed Bill. In effect Katie now lives a life stolen from Pat, but at what cost.
What impresses me most is WB's craftsmanship- the howling seas, the ace photography, and especially the undetectable doubling of Davis in the same shot. In those technologically lesser days (1946), I thought doubling in the same shot could only be done by splitting the film so that some distance on screen had to remain between the doubles. Here, however, that distance is often erased. I wish IMDB had some info on how they did it.
Acting-wise it's a Davis showcase, but the studio backs up its star in fine fashion. Speaking of Davis, she's mostly without her sometime theatrics, conveying the twins' personality differences in fairly subtle fashion. Ford too is well cast as an apparently sensitive working man, who nevertheless jilts sensitive Katie for philandering Pat. But I have to wonder about Dane Clark's arrogant role that appears peripheral to the main plot. Perhaps it's the studio's effort at promoting a promising actor before the public.
All in all, the soaper remains a polished production from Hollywood's golden period, even if the story requires quite a swallow. Meanwhile, Davis fans get to double their fun.
What impresses me most is WB's craftsmanship- the howling seas, the ace photography, and especially the undetectable doubling of Davis in the same shot. In those technologically lesser days (1946), I thought doubling in the same shot could only be done by splitting the film so that some distance on screen had to remain between the doubles. Here, however, that distance is often erased. I wish IMDB had some info on how they did it.
Acting-wise it's a Davis showcase, but the studio backs up its star in fine fashion. Speaking of Davis, she's mostly without her sometime theatrics, conveying the twins' personality differences in fairly subtle fashion. Ford too is well cast as an apparently sensitive working man, who nevertheless jilts sensitive Katie for philandering Pat. But I have to wonder about Dane Clark's arrogant role that appears peripheral to the main plot. Perhaps it's the studio's effort at promoting a promising actor before the public.
All in all, the soaper remains a polished production from Hollywood's golden period, even if the story requires quite a swallow. Meanwhile, Davis fans get to double their fun.