My Foolish Heart

Loosely based on a story by JD Salinger (Uncle Wiggily in Connecticut, so travestied that it's no wonder Salinger subsequently kept Hollywood at arm's length), this Goldwyn production is a finely polished but drearily turgid example of the '40s weepie. Hayward plays a fallen college girl: cynical, selfish, alcoholic, married to a man she doesn't love, and expecting the child of a playboy pilot. The melodramatic situation is wrung for all it's worth and more, with the woman's final, inevitable realisation of the error of her ways only adding to the disaster of Robson's pedestrian direction and the mediocrity of the performances.