“How Green Was My Valley” is so sticky sweet with sentimentality, you’ll need to visit a dentist after viewing it.
But what’s life without sugar; even if your teeth and stomach might grumble otherwise?
Legendary grouch John Ford might seem an odd director for one of the most gentle of golden age Hollywood films. It makes him, though, a tempered leader for a dulcet voyage towards nostalgia.
“Valley” is a Bildungsroman of a story centred around a precocious young boy growing up in a Welsh coal mining village. Think “Jane Eyre,” but if she was raised by a large and loving family.
It’s pitiless and cruel to knock any movie for an excess of the saccharine, least of all when…