A great and resonant Hollywood melodrama has never looked more beautiful.
Give in to the irresistible impulse to put Criterion’s 600th spine number on your shelf.
If I had to choose the five major American screen actresses of all time, the list would be: Lillian Gish, Bette Davis, Katharine Hepburn, Meryl Streep, and Barbara Stanwyck.
The film is constructed like a reliable Aristotelian warhorse where characters have planted the seeds of their own doom in the first act, only to have grief-stricken revelations at the climax.
A protective mother’s love leads to familial tragedy, and you know what you’re in for when mommy dearest happens to be the incomparable Joan Crawford.
The non-stop bitchiness on display might make you forget that the image quality leaves much to be desired.
Though Hepburn eventually emerges as the star of the movie, Rogers is the touchstone of its style.