This film has to be viewed as a strictly masochistic experience as we wallow in Karen Stone's fall from grace on her dangerous journey from the loneliness of grief to false hope to utter abandonment.
Even so, it's all dressed up in glamorous accoutrements and hypnotic theme music and an ageing but still attractive Vivien Leigh whose screen appearances had become so rare that fans would go to see her in anything.
I ask myself why I keep re-watching this far from salubrious film when I am always left with a feeling of emptiness. Could it be about an exercise in morbid self- analysis, something that Mrs. Stone herself was avoiding. I tend to think so.
Many years ago, after lending my video of the film to someone I hardly knew, he looked at me cynically and commented : "Your problem is, she had more money than you have".
Even so, it's all dressed up in glamorous accoutrements and hypnotic theme music and an ageing but still attractive Vivien Leigh whose screen appearances had become so rare that fans would go to see her in anything.
I ask myself why I keep re-watching this far from salubrious film when I am always left with a feeling of emptiness. Could it be about an exercise in morbid self- analysis, something that Mrs. Stone herself was avoiding. I tend to think so.
Many years ago, after lending my video of the film to someone I hardly knew, he looked at me cynically and commented : "Your problem is, she had more money than you have".