This is a rare film without a plot of sorts, almost Chekhovian in style. It never pulls its punches and seen risks one tragic death.
I'm not quite sure if the ending was the best ending for this kind of film, but it could work either way. In one way it violates the Chekhovian tone of the whole, but on the other hand, the Hollywood cinema is predominantly a commercial art and most viewers would not wish to go home on a downbeat instead of on a feelgood ending.
The acting was superb throughout and, as I said, the film pulled no punches, showing the limited options that women had in those days.
A side note is an early role by Andy Devine, who superbly played the limited role of the chauffeur. It takes a good actor to be noticed in such a bit part, and Andy Devine pulls it off.
I'm not quite sure if the ending was the best ending for this kind of film, but it could work either way. In one way it violates the Chekhovian tone of the whole, but on the other hand, the Hollywood cinema is predominantly a commercial art and most viewers would not wish to go home on a downbeat instead of on a feelgood ending.
The acting was superb throughout and, as I said, the film pulled no punches, showing the limited options that women had in those days.
A side note is an early role by Andy Devine, who superbly played the limited role of the chauffeur. It takes a good actor to be noticed in such a bit part, and Andy Devine pulls it off.