John Fante's screenplay from his novel and Richard Quine's direction cannot decide whether they want to be comedic with a serious overlay or serious with a humorous tinge. Consequently, as with most in between films, the drama is not all that compelling and the funny parts aren't all that funny, as witness the sleeping berth sequence on the train which just kind of lies there (no pun intended). Combine the above story/tone problem with Salvatore Baccaloni who, with great zeal and volubility, leaves no Italian stereotype unturned and you have one loud, dull movie. If it wasn't for Judy Holliday and her usual blend of sweetness, charm and humanity I would have pulled the plug five minutes after Baccaloni's introductory scene. Solid C.
Review of Full of Life
