The Country Girl (1954)

Touches You

How sad is this?

When a movie has you begging for it to end not even half way through it's pure crap. We've all seen this movie and this characters millions of times, nothing new in it. Don't waste your time.

Exactly the movie you think it is, but not the movie you want it to be.

Grace Kelly (in return for the great sacrifice of wearing dowdy clothes and glasses) got the Oscar, but it was Bing Crosby who deserved it for his portrayal of a man who lies as naturally and as often as breathing to preserve his image as a nice, sweet guy. His alcoholism seems a lesser flaw than his essential phoniness--he blames his wife for things she has not done so that everyone can admire how graciously he forgives her; he vilifies in private a fellow actor to whom he is charming in public. It was far more courageous of Bing to show what people might have conjectured, with some justice, was the dark side to his public happy-go-lucky persona than it was for Kelly to wear baggy cardigans. Anyone who has had one of these men in their lives will relish this characterisation, given tremendous force by its being done by such a beloved entertainer. The best performance, though, is William Holden's, and the only one with energy and sex appeal. (What do you say of a woman who makes a picture with William Holden and Bing Crosby and has an affair with...Bing Crosby?) Yet all of them are at the mercy of Clifford Odets's couch-bound drama--and that's the analyst's couch, not the casting one. This is a story in which characters who live a life of secrecy or lies, on being confronted with The Truth, suddenly exhibit a remarkable degree of honesty and self-knowledge and come out with an articulate expression of their psychology. And for all the self-consciously sophisticated dialogue, the instigation for Bing's alcoholism is a piece of Victorian sentimentality-- he stops holding the hand of his cutesy-wootsy little blonde son for one minute, and the kid rushes into traffic to get run over. Poor Bing also has to deliver one of the most tasteless lines in the history of cinema: "I gave that woman ten years of the worst kind of hell outside a concentration camp."The songs Bing is given, though they are by Ira Gershwin and Harold Arlen, are limp and mediocre, and the ones he sings onstage, at his audition and as part of the musical in which he appears, are dire. In fact, the stage show is so awful it is hard to believe it was not written in a spirit of parody--it's a combination of the worst parts of Oklahoma! and Our Town; the sign on the hotel in the set even says Our Town Hotel, for God's sake! Everything we see is, like the audition song, stuff that would have been considered dull and corny 20 years earlier. The scenes backstage, however, are rich in amusing theatrical atmosphere.Odets was a notorious misogynist, a trait that he cannot keep from creeping into the movie. When Holden makes scathing remarks about Kelly, his ex-wife, or women in general, he sounds much more believable than when he has to express his love for Kelly in uninteresting, awkward dialogue. And though the music surges at the end to bless Kelly when she decides to reject Holden and return to Bing (and was there ever any question she wouldn't? come on, who has top billing?) I couldn't buy the tragic nobility. The alcoholic and his enabler, both characters who live by sucking the blood of other people, have done it again: they have leeched off the warm, impulsive Holden, screwed him up, and then tossed him aside, having gained the strength to go on. One can't help wondering--did Odets know this and cynically misrepresent it to his audience, or did he fool himself?

A plain reason why I arouse my interest in this film is the controversy of Grace Kelly's Oscar win over Judy Garland in A STAR IS BORN (1954), according to trivia report, a narrow 6 votes altered the result for the jinxed Ms. Garland, who had the best shot in her entire lifetime. But on the other hands 1954 is the prosperous year for Ms. Kelly, with cinema chef-d'oeuvres like REAR WINDOW, DIAL M FOR MURDER, her final victory is quite plausible, just imagine if the prolifically marvelous Jessica Chastain had won over her co-star Octavia Spencer for THE HELP (2011) this year, I doubt there would be a big fuss about it. The film is an adaption of Clifford Odets' most famous play, about a drunkard singer-actor's revival of his plummeting career against his insecurity and impotence for responsibility after a wretched family tragedy. Judging by the title, his wife, a devoted, morally dignified woman, is the linchpin, a paragon wife, undergoes all her tribulation from her husband and at last procures the affection of another man, a divorced director in the Broadway coterie. The 3-triangle team is the backbone of the film, this is my first film starring Bing Crosby, who has a showier role than his co-star Holden, Crosby manifests his talent in dramas, but his role has been overshadowed by Holden and Kelly's showdown, thanks to the self-degrading makeup skill, Grace Kelly sacrifices her beauty and morphs into a woman under the family trauma but still holds steady of her self-respect, William Holden's double-chin hasn't stopped him from being a complete charmer during the sex battle despite of the ambiguous mutual attraction stunt is a turn-off. PS. I'm no stylist, but Bing Crosby's high waist pants are torturing my eyes when they constantly pop up on the screen, I may not be a fashion follower, but this instance speaks for itself of the importance of not looking ludicrous on the celluloid. Likewise, the film has a setback to be digested by a modernized audience, and by far Judy Garland has still been my win in the race.

Guilt. Blame. Anger. Despair. These are some of the themes of this movie. In what has to be Bing Crosby's greatest performance, he plays a washed up actor who is given an opportunity to redeem himself yet is on the brink of failing miserably ... and the director is trying to figure out why. The director believes in his actor but for some reason the actor is failing, for reasons that have nothing to do with lack of talent. What makes this movie so compelling is that the audience knows the problem but will the director ever find out and if he does, then what? Grace Kelly's performance is absolutely astonishing. For most of the movie she plays a frumpy, doughty, sour-faced woman yet even here her beauty is apparent. Ms. Kelly was really beautiful ... and extremely talented too. After watching this movie it is easy to understand how a prince would have wanted her for his princess. This movie is so strong that even a powerhouse actor like William Holden can barely hold is own. He's great but its Crosby and Kelly who dominate this wonderful and inspirational movie that everyone should watch.

I'm sorry, but I can't see much that's Oscar-worthy about this soap drama. Grace wasn't too bad, but I've seen a lot better from her. The performances all round are terribly forced; one should not be aware that the people one is watching are acting. But I couldn't avoid this. William Holden is perhaps the exception.Some of this reflects the style of the times, and certainly isn't as bad as Jack Lemmon, who I often find to be self-consciously over-expressive. Bing-o is woefully miscast here, and too old for the part. There are clichés galore and very few surprises. The story is actually fairly shallow and doesn't well reflect the real tribulations of alcoholism. If it was meant to be something like Days of Wine and Roses, it didn't work.Good film, but nothing to write home about.