What a dreary, dreary moment in time that crept along like a slug half dead. Soap opera that had virtually no entertaining moment worth mentioning and certainly not worth remembering. I don't know the book but if this is the meat of the story, I'd rather go hungry. Interesting in that several actors played contrary to their usual characterizations: John Abbott, Reginald Owen, both ordinarily pleasantly balmy, now outrageously mean-spirited; Walter Pidgeon, upright and moral, as per usual; Deborah Kerr, 2nd Hollywood film, restrained in her perfect lady; Binnie Barnes, an amusingly awful "friend". (They should've used her better in movies, certainly capable.) And Angela Lansbury was just annoying in her kept under the wraps hysteria. She looked ready to explode and kill everyone long with herself. Janet Leigh, however, shone, including her well-done English accent. The kind of film that makes your skin crawl with everyone playing dullards mucking around in the soap. And the ending, the height of absurdity. 5 stars for the scenery, the only part that felt right. Or right-ish, anyway.
Review of If Winter Comes
