A third adaptation of Somerset Maugham's short story, 'Rain', with Rita Hayworth following in the hallowed footsteps of Gloria Swanson and Joan Crawford. Rita's at her fiery best during the film's musical numbers, and Jose Ferrer is creepily effective as her moral nemesis. But the original story is bowdlerised by the censorship of fifties Hollywood, and a lame romantic subplot doesn't help either.
This movie starts by giving Carole Lombard a black eye, and doesn't improve from there. Lombard is always worth watching, but her leading man, Preston Foster, lacks charm, and while the story has a few funny moments, there is a rather nasty, sexist undertone.
A heartbreaking film, and a devastating portrait of life in Britain today. I wouldn't say this was quite up there with Loach's finest work (Cathy Come Home, Kes), but at times it comes close. For me, the film's highlight was the brilliant performance of Hayley Squires as single mum Katie, recalling Loach's long line of tragic heroines dating back to Carol White. In 'I, Daniel Blake' the message transcends the medium - it should be mandatory viewing for anyone who has ever sneered at those less fortunate, and I hope the Palme D'Or won at Cannes will be only the first award it attains.