Herbert Marshall (HM) is one of my all-time favorite male actors. Barbara Stanwyck (BS) is one of the grand ladies of the golden age of the movies. The dashing Romero overdoes it a bit praising the beauty of every woman he sees and declaring his love to her, but with a little humor you can also accept him, not least because he correctly senses that little Roddy is the real competition for BS's heart, and he is understandably impatient and willing to sideline the kid.
BS plays the field, getting all manner of attention and rich gifts, even a well paying job, but does not appear to go to bed with any of her many suitors - I guess in 1938 that would have not been permitted by the Hays Commission or society's prevailing moral code.
In steps the little boy that BS gave away for adoption at birth and he is just so syrupy that I would gladly spend another night changing my crying children's nappies rather than watch such an excessively cute infant (no wonder Jessica, played by Lynn Bari, wants to flick him off so she can go gold-digging!)
Yet, he holds the key to the Oedipus complex element in this film: BS ditches the man she admits she truly loves (Marshall) to marry Mr. Marshall (Ian Hunter), the fellow who adopted her son. Quite a quid pro quo, in psychiatric context you might say that she actually marries her own son!
You can only wonder how long it will take Mr. Marshall to work out that her heart and mind belong to little Roddy. Seeing BS's reluctance to be bedded by her many attractive suitors, I doubt Mr. Marshall took long to figure it at all - and a divorce would suit Margot (BS) to a T: she'd get her son and half of fabulously rich hubby's wealth to boot!
So you have the makings of a film noir with a happy open ending and a femme who might or not become fatale, but certainly is a mother to reckon with!
Honest opinion? Both HM and BS featured in far more interesting flicks than ALWAYS GOODBYE.
