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"Sister Clothilde. This is how you looked the first time I saw you. Only a few days, only a few miles—but it's been a long journey. It's taken us a great distance from that first morning when you looked at me with... with such dislike."
"You'll never forget that, will you?"
"I'll never forget anything about you."
What a beautiful, devastating film. It’s subtle and restrained, yet beneath those layers of restraint lies something profound, something beyond words.…
Oh my! What a truly magnificent work—masterfully directed by Josef von Sternberg and featuring brilliant performances from every member of its cast. Emil Jannings astonished me with one of the most transcendent performances I have ever seen. Evelyn Brent delivered a beautifully layered performance, and I only wish there had been more of her. William Powell, though he didn’t appear much, held his own against Jannings and helped craft what is probably one of the most poignant final acts in…
I remember the exact moment I first saw Joan Bennett and Franchot Tone together—it was in a promotional image for this film, and I immediately felt myself basking in their delightful, wonderful chemistry. At first, I was just thrilled to have two comedy films of theirs to enjoy, and, as expected, I ended up loving their first collaboration, She Knew All the Answers. In fact, I loved it so much that I put off watching this one, which is definitely…
I was certainly bemused by this, and I still am. I went into it expecting a full-on melodrama with a safe, moralistic stance on abortion. The first act quite met my expectations, and I certainly loved it. But when they were about to go through with the abortion in that unsanitary apartment, tensions ran high. This was where I became confused and ambivalent about the film and its intentions.
Then, it led to a tender moment between Wood’s Angie and…
