I Could Go On Singing

Well-built people have been known to keel over under the intense glare of Garland's emotions in this old-fashioned tug-of-love melodrama (her last film). And the narrative provides very little shelter, as she plays a famous singer topping the bill at the London Palladium, struggling to wrest her illegitimate son away from his surgeon father (Bogarde). Naturally, this is required viewing for Garland devotees, but with Neame's glacial, humourless manner of directing it's hardly the film if you just want fun.