This movie could easily have been an unmitigated disaster -- no plot to speak of, not much in the way of memorable dialog, the uneasy feeling a viewer has nowadays that it's all a great big stiff-upper-lip and tally-ho-for-rationing exercise. What saves it is the transcendent acting -- lines spoken so perfectly, body movements so in sync with the spirit of the situations -- and a sure sense of editing that keeps the story (slim pickins as it is) moving. So what have we here, after all's said and done? I think we've been given a good postcard for future generations, a card which says, "Yes, this is how it was; this is how we got through it all. We behaved well toward one another, and we all came out of it all right." I often stop movies to take breaks if they seem a little long-ish. This one played right through to the end, and I was sorry to see it finish. I could have spent much more time with these lovely people.
Review of The Weaker Sex
