I won't rehash the marvelous moments already documented here (though that scene of the boy smoking, the window shutting, the girls going in and out of rooms, the rejection letter, etc., is utterly brilliant). I'll just say here that this film also serves to remind us of how amazing Irene Dunne was. In many ways she was a female Cary Grant - capable of brilliance in all sorts of genres and never fully appreciated. Her name should rank with Davis, and certainly above Hepburn. And, yes, the movie is sentimental. But it is never for a moment mawkish or insincere. Nor does it gloss over the dullness and disasters of ordinary family life. SEE THIS FILM.
Review of I Remember Mama
