God, Howard Hawks.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
God, what a load of sentimental twaddle totally designed to maim and infantalise a woman in order to redeem the character of a man. Screw this one, go watch the wonderful anti-establishment feminism of All That Heaven Allows instead. One star for Rock and Jane's gorgeousness, half a star for the lovely dresses, and another half star for giving Agnes Moorehead almost nothing to do.