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I guess I must have watched this before joining this site, so this review isn’t fresh, but I think I can do it anyway. You certainly forget a lot of what’s in the Bible when you think that Dickens wrote it, you know. (You’re defs NOT supposed to think that Shakespeare wrote it—Dickens, that’s the stereotype!) Anyway, it was kinda a fun movie—tough rough guy; pretty, manipulative girl. I remember it as being sorta middle-misogynist, you know, very kinda 40s, and informed by that ancient past. A lot of that does have to do with the way people end of looking at each other after rough sex, although, again, it’s certainly the 40s, and not equal-opportunity put-downs (as unnecessary and shaming as that is, as well). Obviously it has value for displaying what people thought of love as being, in the 40s, and in the ancient days. And it’s fun, if, middle-disturbing. Very baroque, though, if I remember rightly. Old Hollywood has lots of flowery dialogue. And I guess you have to give the Jazz Age (in film, specifically, here, although, just in general), some credit for thinking that, well, it’s not as though they were, usually, at least, trying to actively improve girlie’s position in the world, but they at least didn’t dismiss her as the nobody who concerns no one; they saw a certain importance in her. And I suppose that’s one way of being romantic, and even in a completely normative way, that is indeed one part of it.… “The owl flies at dusk.” What was always a certain way becomes more obvious, on the eve of change.
