An icky, weepy melodrama from George Cukor, "Camille" is nothing less than an excuse for Greta Garbo to die in gauzy, extreme close-up. Everything about this movie is suffocating: crowded, plush interiors; thick, syrupy score; Garbo's talking-with-a-mouthful-of-mud accent. I guess from a technical standpoint it's a well made movie, which is why I'm giving it as high a rating as I am. Cukor could always be counted on to make competent movies, and obviously some funds were spent on this lavish affair. However, I just can't imagine how anyone could care about this story or could be affected by Garbo's hammy death bed scene. I know I was supposed to feel heartbroken that Camille was dying, but instead I was just looking forward to her being dead.
Grade: C-
Grade: C-