Hadn't seen it in a while and decided to watch it when I got home. 1953 winner for Best Oscar Original Screenplay. The film is so wildly inaccurate on so many levels that I don't even know where to begin. But the dialogue crackles, especially between the two main characters, Julia and Richard. Love Stanwyck and she's great in just about everything (except a couple of stinkers), especially when she realizes her son isn't in the lifeboat with her and she snaps. But Webb was just too queeny for his part. Would have loved to have seen Henry Fonda or even Claude Rains in the part of the snobby Richard. Richard Basehart is excellent in his small part as a drunken priest, and of course, there's Thelma Ritter in a Molly Brown-type character. And the cast is rounded out by the beautiful young Robert Wagner. Too purty. But WHET to Audrey Dalton, the girl who played Annette? She was in some high-profile supporting roles, then she disappeared. Were they trying to make her into a rival for Liz Taylor? There was a bit of a resemblance.
The Ghost of Kenneth More
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