Carrie boards the train to Chicago with big ambitions. She gets a job stitching shoes and her sister's husband takes almost all of her pay for room and board. Then she injures a finger and is fired. This is the 1890s. Charles Drouet, a salesman she met on the train, comes to her rescue, invites her to dine at Fitzgerald's where the manager George Hurstwood sends over a bottle of champagne. Stay in Drouet's apartment. He will be on the road 10 days. When she leaves the apartment many months later -- on a train bound for New York -- her traveling companion is Hurstwood. Why is he in such a hurry? Written by Dale O'Connor
Laurence Olivier and Jennifer Jones are quite awful in Carrie, completely lacking the romantic chemistry necessary to make their doomed romance meaningful. Neither gives a believable performance, so their meaty arcs amount to insignificant melodrama. I know Dreiser's "Sister Carrie" is considered a classic, but the story as told in this adaptation is pulpy, nonsensical, and has muddled themes on morality and class. The Oscar-nominated sets and costumes are sufficiently stylish.