Unless you're in for real camp, where the men are prettier than the women, especially in their wigs......then pass on this one. I rolled on the floor with laughter at the histrionics....breasts heaving an all (Joan Fontaine's, not mine). Not that I know it was made in 1944, when we were in a horrible war, I can understand why there was so little emphasis on the screen play. Escapist lore at it's funniest: think of one of those little romance novels that high school housewives love to read....that's the level you're looking at.
But hey, it's pretty color. And unconsciously funny.
But hey, it's pretty color. And unconsciously funny.