An extremely popular movie in its day, and whilst admitting that the it's nowhere near as entertaining as its colossal box office receipts might suggest, I'm still amazed to find only one review at IMDb. Although he's way down the cast list, Michael Chekhov's acting is a real tour-de-force. In fact, the support cast is a stand-out, and I would also strongly commend Rhys Williams who delivers the best performance of his life as the prosecutor. Howard Freeman and Iris Adrian also deserve applause. I'll admit that Betty Hutton doesn't quite match the above efforts, but she's good enough and she does handle the script's dramatic moments much more ably that the somewhat forced comedy. True, the writing itself is poor, though some scenes shine far more brightly than others thanks to the expert hand of script doctor, Charles Schnee – all of Howard Freeman's dialogue, for example. The songs are pleasant, without being remarkable, although they do figure in the plot in a pleasingly novel manner. Admittedly, director Berry's handling of some scenes is far too slow – and he is certainly not helped by the inept Sonny Tufts. Production values are top drawer.
Review of Cross My Heart
