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Walter the womanizer?
23 June 2005
Walter Pidgeon distinguished himself in many films, but Design for Scandal isn't one of them. He is grievously miscast as a womanizing, fast-talking reporter out to besmirch Judge Rosalind Russell's reputation in order to save his boss's. Pidgeon looks uncomfortable much of the time, and delivers most of his lines without conviction or commitment.

Russell, too, gave many memorable performances in both dramas and comedies. Not here. As she so frequently did in the 40s, she panders to Hollywood convention by playing a brittle, sophisticated career woman who finds she needs a man to achieve true happiness. I wonder if many women didn't find that stereotype demeaning, even in 1941.
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Is obsession romantic?
31 August 2004
As an Esther Williams fan -- read fanatic -- since I was a pre-adolescent, I have to admit that On an Island with You is one of a few of her films that misfires as entertainment.

Admittedly applying contemporary values to a light 56-year-old film, I can't get around the fact that there's something disturbing about the Peter Lawford character's obsession with, stalking of, and eventual kidnapping of the Williams character. This is romantic? Lawford's wooden acting is part of the problem -- more warmth might have mitigated the creepiness of the character's behavior.

I have read that Lawford disliked Williams and felt, despite his success in Good News, that he'd been forced into an uninteresting, secondary part in a movie that was clearly hers. That would explain the total absence of chemistry between them.

Redeeming elements: the Charisse-Montalban dance numbers and Cugat's music.
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Sea of soap
13 May 2004
Hepburn and Tracy are woefully miscast in this ennui-inducing bore that is easily the worst of their films -- well, perhaps tied with Keeper of the Flame. The sexual tension, the battle of the sexes, that was the hallmark of their best efforts -- which were the comedies, not the dramas -- is entirely absent here. Hepburn seems uncomfortable as the naive nineteenth-century marked woman who bears her "shame" stoically and alone. Tracy, whose brilliant underplaying made him one of the masters of his craft, sleepwalks through this thing -- with the exception of the scene where his friend Doc, with his dying words, makes Tracy realize what his rigidity has cost him. The great team and their talented supporting cast are cruelly wasted in this dreary soap/horse opera.
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