The Secret Heart

This is the kind of WASP angst movie that in the skilled directorial hands of a Sirk, Stevens or Stahl would have been visually striking and dramatically compelling but in the very average mitts of Robert Z. Leonard is mostly tepid schlock with admittedly decent performances from the three leads. The biggest problem I had with it was the general blandness of the proceedings. I realize WASPS are on the repressed, undemonstrative side (I know this because I was married to one) but it's almost as if Leonard and his scenarists went out of their way to find the most bottled up and fizzled out members of this buttoned down sect in all of Rhode Island and large swaths of eastern Connecticut. Little of the dialogue in the screenplay by Whitfield Cook and Ann Morrison Chapin, whose names sound like headmasters of a dull prep school, is of much interest. When it isn't being mushy, as in the love scenes between Pidgeon and Colbert, it's annoyingly melodramatic, as in Colbert's final pep talk to Allyson that too easily "cures" her of her daddy fixation. Also in the spirit of WASP repression the screenplay leaves out essential stuff, like how Larry's first wife died, and informing Allyson's shrink (a refreshingly restrained Lionel Barrymore) that his patient has, you know, just tried to off herself. And Leonard's typically somnolent direction assures that any potential excitement, be it from Colbert's boogie woogie dance to Allyson's suicide attempt, will remain firmly latent. C plus.

PS...I counted five times Colbert was shot from her right profile. That's the kind of stuff you do when you're watching a boring movie.