Nicely cast melodrama from the 1950s with the notable exception of Robert Mitchum in the lead. Despite the miscasting, Mitchum does deliver a strong performance, but I think Kirk Douglas would have done far more with the role of Lucas Marsh.
Olivia DeHavilland has a very convincing Swedish accent in her role as the 30s something nurse who marries Mitchum for love when he's courting her for her money so he can finish medical school. And that's really where the story begins. Mitchum's Lucas Marsh wants that medical career so bad, he'll do anything for it. He's arrogant, self-centered, and when he falls away from the ideal that he sees himself as, it's a come down. Whether having to apologize to Whit Bissell when he challenges him in class, or giving way to passion when he's unfaithful to DeHavilland with Gloria Grahame, he destroys himself bit by bit. When Mitchum makes a mistake in an operation that costs the life of his benefactor Charles Bickford, he's close to suicidal. In the end we're really not sure he's going to live with himself.
The rest of the cast is outstanding. Frank Sinatra in a role similar to Angelo Maggio in From Here to Eternity functions well as Mitchum's conscience. I also have to single out Lon Chaney, Jr. who in his one scene in the movie as Mitchum's father, delivers one of his best performances.
In the recent biography of Robert Mitchum, Baby I Don't Care, the author says that Stanley Kramer unknowingly assembled one of the biggest group of booze hounds in Hollywood. Robert Mitchum, Frank Sinatra, Broderick Crawford, Myron McCormick, and Lon Chaney, Jr. were all legendary in the drinking profession. But God Bless Stanley Kramer who managed to get them all working on a good piece of film making.
