La inocente pecadora

James Dunn is way too old as a romantic partner for very young Monna Freeman, who is barely old enough to carry off her age and sophistication shifting role. Even in the 1940's I'll bet more than a few eyebrows were raised at the age inappropriateness; he looks almost old enough to be her grandfather. And June Duprez is too young to be the mother of a 20 year old girl; Duprez was 28 at the time.

Despite their age inappropriateness, all three are convincing in their acting. British Duprez does an excellent American accent. But the film's story is Hollywood moralistic nonsense - Catholic conservative, audience bait. And it suffers from having to adhere to Breen office censorship -- Ziggy's mother is obviously meant to be a prostitute and perhaps Ziggy as well, but they can't more than barely hint at that, and it weakens the story.

Also a minus - The Dunn character's stereotyical and theatrically phony Irish mother.

This is an odd film, coming as it does from Republic Pictures, a studio not noted for taking chances on serious psychological subjects. The film is inhibited by the censorship of the time and lack of real courage by Republic. The studio washed over the troubled upbringing and its obvious repercussions on the character of a young woman brought up by a slatternly mother. Mona Freeman, young as she was, is the best actor here. She is quite believable (most of time) despite the erratic and often improbable plotting. Great effort is made throughout the film to make the seedy characters who inhabit such a world likable and sympathetic. James Dunne, for example, is first introduced as a cunning crooked gangster, but, as he loves his corn beef and cabbage mom, he turns out okay. After being sent to prison for crimes we never learn about, he suddenly sets out to redeem himself. Why? Many of the characters are badly written, or badly acted. English actress, June Duprez has no idea what her tough lady dialogue means and is totally miscast. William Marshall, Mona's husband, is dreadful and not particularly attractive. He, too, seems to be reading lines he doesn't understand. Director Alfred Santell does a workman like job of staging an enormity of scenes with the usual Republic shooting schedule and budget, but the complexity of the relationships is beyond his modest talents. There was the possibility of a great movie here. Look at MILDRED PIERCE in the hands of Michael Curtiz, and imagine what a better director and superior cast might have done with this interesting human story.

Mona Freeman was brought up by a tough, money-hungry, shady, single mother -- June Duprez in quite a change from her role in THE THIEF OF BAGDAD -- and soon falls in with grifting James Dunn. When she steals a watch from a drunk military man, Dunn shows some patriotism and tells her to give it back.... and she winds up married, a war widow and struggling to keep her baby in this movie directed by Alfred Santell.

Miss Freeman was 20 when she made this movie, but she always seemed younger than she was, a factor which hampered her screen career; in this, she looks quite convincing in the opening scene as a 14-year-old girl buying a flower for her mother. She gives a fine, layered performance, but the script, from a story by Adele Rogers St. John, tries to cover too many bases, half tough-girl drama, half weepy-mother-loses-baby soap, with a dose of judicial moralizing and a dash of miraculous intervention. As a result, her characterization, and that of James Dunn, fresh off an Academy Award win for A TREE GROWS IN BROOKLYN may seem not so much nuanced as inconsistent.

I think not. I think it's a good movie, although I find the first half more interesting. That, however, is largely because I don't care for weepy melodramas. Judging by the record, no one was particularly impressed by this picture at the time. Dunn's career resumed its slide, aided by alcoholism; Freeman worked in minor movies for another ten years, then in television until 1972; and Santell, whose directorial career had begun in 1916, and who lived until 1981, never directed another movie.

The director Alfred Santell remains rather mysterious; his output ranging from moody black & white adaptations of Maxwell Anderson and Eugene O'Neill to Technicolor nonsense with Dorothy Lamour. A lot of people who consider themselves knowledgable about films have never heard of him. In 1946 he was considered important enough to include in the appendix at the back of Roger Manvell's 'Film', but twenty years later, despite still being alive, both he and this film (his last after breaking with Republic over a contract dispute in 1947) had fallen through the cracks in film history sufficiently to be omitted from both Andrew Sarris's 'American Cinema' and Maltin's 'TV Movies'.

Despite the twee title, it deserves consideration alongside other shoestring Republic 'art' movies like Orson Welles' 'Macbeth' and Frank Borzage's 'Moonrise', stylishly shot by Jack Marta (for whom it must have been a stimulating change from westerns), with an eccentric score by George Antheil and attractive lead performances by Mona Freeman and James Dunn (whose last lead this was, fifteen years after being launched by Borzage in the latter's Oscar-winning 'Bad Girl').

Hmmm. This film takes a pretty long time to depict the tribulations of the eponymous, pretty and shallow girl "Ziggy" (Mona Freeman) who lives with her floozy mother "Natalie" (June Duprez). This sets the scenario for the film: she's a bit of a chancer who lives her life fleecing gents and committing petty larceny. When she alights on "Denny" (James Dunn), they up their game and start to illicitly divert the furniture of people moving house - quite a lucrative trade, as it turns out. There is a little hope for the girl, though - she falls in love with a naval officer who is content to let her put her past behind her. Sadly, though, he heads off to war and is killed leaving her, quite literally, holding the baby. Nope, we are not yet done with the calamities the befall the girl. Now, she rather thoughtlessly goes on a date, leaving her newborn baby alone in her lodgings; the bairn falls from her cot, is rescued by a neighbour and the ensuing tribunal removes the child from the care of "Ziggy". What can she do? On a very wet night, she finds herself outside a church. In she goes, hoping to find some spiritual comfort and instead finds a baby abandoned on a pew - this is her Damascan moment, and you can easily guess the rest. There is an element of salvation, eventually, but otherwise this is really quite a dreary tale of a self-destructive character that engenders very little sympathy over a long 95 minutes. Freeman tries hard with the part, but she doesn't really click for me - a sort of poor man's Jean Simmons. Frank Jinks is quite engaging as the cabbie "Joe", perhaps the only one in the whole film with any semblance of decency, otherwise it's just an unremarkable melodrama.