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nataliegreen’s review published on Letterboxd:
This review may contain spoilers.
Rating this movie was hard. If I was born in 1920 and saw it when it came out in 1941, I would probably think that it was the greatest movie of all time. Some of the shots were amazing and the lighting was particularly special. The hand painted backdrops were also incredibly detailed. But I’m not watching in the 1940’s, I’m watching in 2020 and attention spans are not nearly what they used to be. Maybe fatigue was an issue too as we watched it late at night as the second of a two part movie marathon. And I don’t think you could get more opposite movies than this and The Devil Wears Prada. I don’t think I’ll be able to watch it again anytime soon because of that but I’m glad I did ‘cause I did enjoy it. I can see why this would be the blueprint for so so many movies to come after it. Besides the first 10 minutes, I’ve seen movies with the same sort of structure 1000 times. First one that comes to mind is The Wolf of Wall Street. Similar protagonists too. Speaking of protagonists, Charles was an interesting one. It seems he was handed a life that he didn’t necessarily want and in the end it made him unhappy, and instead of learning from that he forces that same ideal onto his 2nd wife Susan, and it ends up just about the same for her. I feel like that’s why he says rosebud when she walks out, he sees the snow globe in his hand and is reminded of that sled that he used to push over Mr. Thatcher right before he took him from his family and into this life he never asked for.