Ayn Rand's deep and at times brilliant novel "The Fountainhead" is very difficult to adapt to the screen - especially at the time this film was made - mainly because of its breadth and the restraint required in the performances. This movie succeeds in many ways. The acting is excellent. It also falls short in others - ironically, mostly with the script adapted by Rand herself. The dialogue that can be used in book comes across as corny and preachy at times in the movie. Too much of the characters' early lives must is condensed into the first ten minutes. On the whole, the movie works for by itself for the most part, but is a poor substitute for the novel.
Ah, well. Maybe someday...
Ah, well. Maybe someday...