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I'm still trying to fight down my dinner after seeing this one. High octane pretentious glurge, about as deep as unicorns with anime eyes or a Walter Keane waif.
I will say it took a while for nausea to set in. I missed the beginning so the byzantine nature of the script had me thinking it might just be something out of the ordinary for the 40's Hollywood schtick. Alas, it just got goopier and more weird. The fact that Jennifer Jones looked EXACTLY THE SAME AGE throughout all her "aging" sequences was more than confusing.
How much narration can you jam INTO a movie? This is a really dull audiobook read by Joseph Cotten. And speaking of, I was wondering why they cast Cotten as the terminally platonic artiste Eben in this thing when it called for an actor a bit lighter on his feet. Then the TCM outro pointed out that Selznick hired him because he was happily married and hence unlikely to hit on Jones, Selznick's main squeeze at the time. Now THERE'S a creepy boyfriend for ya.
Favorite bit: David Wayne closeup playing the harp and singing a droopy tune, pull back to see it's the guys hanging out together on a Friday night. "Hey, Mick, wanna come over and croon softly to me while I stare mopily into the distance? Bring your axe."
By the time everything turned green I was in the same state.