A film with its head up its arse. Starts alright - Rosalind Russell walks in front of a car, we wonder why, boozy journo Melvyn Douglas investigates in part because he knew her dead husband, she's got PTSD from death of her husband, she resents the survivors.
But then - ugh - Douglas asks her a bunch of questions and we go into dream sequences of meeting the people who's life her dead husband saved. They include newcomer Betsy Blair wife of some dull soldier, and Sid Caesar who does an unfunny though energetic seven minute comic routine.
Psychology dramas work best when there's some secret and/or social point ef Suddenly Last Summer, Home of the Brave. This is just bad.
Problematic shoot Producer writer Virgina Van Upp clashed with Charles Vidor and quit, Vidor quit.
This film was inept.
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