The story couldn't please everyone, but I'm afraid Borzage tried to accommodate all just the same, and in his inability to forge through with one meaningful film, he made one inconsequential hybrid of social caution and unbelievable fairy tale. James Dunn, one of my favorite Irish-American actors, dished the bon mots with the best of 'em, but it couldn't keep the second half's bromide from bubbling into triviality.
Preposterous, sterile and boring. A glossy hat trick for dismissal. Movie, you're fired. Even Satan hates you for being so dazzlingly superficial and Trump-like in your mocking estimations. Go, just go. Never expect the sound department to do the dramatic heavy lifting ever again. You are tongues wagging at a business meeting, each too soon made glad in attempting to find a layer of irony that will exonerate them from being tongues wagging at a business meeting. TND, your adolescent…
A behemoth. A mythic tale of almost endless interpretation and catalyst for thought. Perhaps a primer for what makes males tick down deep--somewhere primal, ruthless and untiringly perverse from our addiction to the genetic brotherhood's range of violence. Gentlemen, I offer you your peers; ladies, your fiancés.
It isn't only Doc Tydon's "man in a smoking jacket, whiskey and soda," who succumbs to the affectability of progressive civilization, all the while hypocritically rationalizing his deepest and oldest demons--what John Donne…