Clearly, the majority of fans have always been completely carried away by all the Film Noir STYLISTIC choices that Cukor and his production team have suffused the entire film with - replete with all the trademark MGM glamour and the MGM budget that helped elevate the film's look and feel above the more B studios' film noir offerings. There is no real SUBSTANCE when you strip away all the glamourized conventions of the noir style however, and a few of the more honest reviewers here have already pointed out some of the GLARING PROBLEMS with the way the story actually plays out from start through finish.
The credibility of the script is so strained that if it weren't for big names like Ingrid Bergman and Charles Boyer - whom most Classic Hollywood film buffs automatically adore because of other films they've been conditioned to revere like silly "Casablanca" - anyone would be able to point out the AMATEURISH HOLES in the plot and the delineation of the main characters. The most embarrassing and most ludicrously risible sequence in the film, which UNDERCUTS *THE WHOLE THING* is the attic sequence where we finally see the villain rummaging through everything - the villain has been up there for months and months on end, and yet the way it's presented is as if it was his very first time up there as another reviewer mentioned. So it makes the villain look utterly ridiculous, and makes it seem like everything the heroine has undergone was simply an excuse to be able to submit Ingrid Bergman to the Academy Awards for a histrionic performance that appealed to erstwhile audience's sick fascination with caricaturized "female hysteria". Ingrid does rise to the occasion in her final confrontation scene with the villain and justify her status as an iconic Hollywood actress, but it doesn't really ring true in the context of the story up until then because if she was capable of being so robust, she would never have been reduced to the mess she was before IN HER OWN HOUSE. So it feels more like a soap opera where plot and consistent characterizations don't mean anything, versus an A-grade Hollywood motion picture.
I'm normally a big fan of George Cukor, but this film is a disappointment because it relies solely on "mood" and "stylistic conventions". The script should have been heavily revised first and foremost, but Cukor's execution of what ended up being authorized on the page and onscreen is more what you would expect from a USC undergraduate cinema major than the man who directed such masterpieces as THE WOMEN in 1939 and A WOMAN'S FACE just a few years prior. It's as if Cukor was at his most cynical here, knowing that the mere presence of Bergman (and Boyer), and a PAINT-BY-NUMBERS 1940s Film Noir gallery of tricks would please the undiscerning, easily misled and duped masses.
I didn't want to give away any explicit spoilers here as the review is written as much for folks who are on the fence about seeing this - trust me, you aren't missing anything phenomenal by ANY means, despite all the hype. Do not trust Hollywood hype - not even 'Classic' Hollywood hype, ok? There are so many other, better films to watch. And how could anyone POSSIBLY overlook Joseph Cotten's EGREGIOUS AMERICAN ACCENT which makes him look like Yankee Doodle PLAYING PRETEND at Scotland Yard?? How could Cukor possibly have allowed such an ABOMINABLE CASTING CHOICE? If they were so desperate to have Joseph Cotten here, they should have rewritten the role to be an American aristocrat in London who has friends at Scotland Yard or something like that. As it stands, Joseph Cotten's speech is AN INSULT to even a 3 year old British child's intelligence.
The die-hard fans who worship this film to the death are not deep thinkers, nor do they know much about acting. They are simply swept away by some misguided notion of "the 1940s' cinematic mise-en-scene" and don't care at all about logic or reason or scrutiny or analysis or believability or anything of the sort. Nope, they are just like the people who will blindly worship the new 'Barbie' movie just because they somehow find Margot Robbie and Ryan Gosling charismatic, and/or because they have been conditioned to think that anything that screams feminism (even plastic feminism) is to be applauded.
The credibility of the script is so strained that if it weren't for big names like Ingrid Bergman and Charles Boyer - whom most Classic Hollywood film buffs automatically adore because of other films they've been conditioned to revere like silly "Casablanca" - anyone would be able to point out the AMATEURISH HOLES in the plot and the delineation of the main characters. The most embarrassing and most ludicrously risible sequence in the film, which UNDERCUTS *THE WHOLE THING* is the attic sequence where we finally see the villain rummaging through everything - the villain has been up there for months and months on end, and yet the way it's presented is as if it was his very first time up there as another reviewer mentioned. So it makes the villain look utterly ridiculous, and makes it seem like everything the heroine has undergone was simply an excuse to be able to submit Ingrid Bergman to the Academy Awards for a histrionic performance that appealed to erstwhile audience's sick fascination with caricaturized "female hysteria". Ingrid does rise to the occasion in her final confrontation scene with the villain and justify her status as an iconic Hollywood actress, but it doesn't really ring true in the context of the story up until then because if she was capable of being so robust, she would never have been reduced to the mess she was before IN HER OWN HOUSE. So it feels more like a soap opera where plot and consistent characterizations don't mean anything, versus an A-grade Hollywood motion picture.
I'm normally a big fan of George Cukor, but this film is a disappointment because it relies solely on "mood" and "stylistic conventions". The script should have been heavily revised first and foremost, but Cukor's execution of what ended up being authorized on the page and onscreen is more what you would expect from a USC undergraduate cinema major than the man who directed such masterpieces as THE WOMEN in 1939 and A WOMAN'S FACE just a few years prior. It's as if Cukor was at his most cynical here, knowing that the mere presence of Bergman (and Boyer), and a PAINT-BY-NUMBERS 1940s Film Noir gallery of tricks would please the undiscerning, easily misled and duped masses.
I didn't want to give away any explicit spoilers here as the review is written as much for folks who are on the fence about seeing this - trust me, you aren't missing anything phenomenal by ANY means, despite all the hype. Do not trust Hollywood hype - not even 'Classic' Hollywood hype, ok? There are so many other, better films to watch. And how could anyone POSSIBLY overlook Joseph Cotten's EGREGIOUS AMERICAN ACCENT which makes him look like Yankee Doodle PLAYING PRETEND at Scotland Yard?? How could Cukor possibly have allowed such an ABOMINABLE CASTING CHOICE? If they were so desperate to have Joseph Cotten here, they should have rewritten the role to be an American aristocrat in London who has friends at Scotland Yard or something like that. As it stands, Joseph Cotten's speech is AN INSULT to even a 3 year old British child's intelligence.
The die-hard fans who worship this film to the death are not deep thinkers, nor do they know much about acting. They are simply swept away by some misguided notion of "the 1940s' cinematic mise-en-scene" and don't care at all about logic or reason or scrutiny or analysis or believability or anything of the sort. Nope, they are just like the people who will blindly worship the new 'Barbie' movie just because they somehow find Margot Robbie and Ryan Gosling charismatic, and/or because they have been conditioned to think that anything that screams feminism (even plastic feminism) is to be applauded.
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