Was actually expecting quite a lot from 'That Certain Woman'. Yes it did sound very melodramatic, but there was a good deal of talent involved. Bette Davis gave many great performances, the best of which legendary status, as did Donald Crisp, who did a lot of big supporting roles in a varying filmography (but nearly always one of the better things about the not so good films). Henry Fonda was no stranger to good performances either and Edmund Goulding's other collaborations with Davis ranged from above average to great.
Not so sadly with 'That Certain Woman', which is perhaps their weakest collaboration. Through no fault of Davis, who is actually the best thing about it, there are other good things and it started off promisingly. All of that is unfortunately undermined by the film falling apart in the second half, where the amount of soap suds that lingers even after the film is over leaves a bitter aftertaste and the character writing certainly should have much more balanced and less simplistic.
Davis is as said the best thing about 'That Certain Woman' and is quite wonderful. A wide range of emotions very powerfully conveyed, even when the film falls apart. It is such a shock seeing Crisp play such an unpleasant character, he plays him very well and menacingly without overacting. The other female characters are sympathetically portrayed, especially Anita Louise.
'That Certain Woman' is lovingly made, with a real sense of mood in the photography and the production values overall have a lot of class. Max Steiner's score is sumptuous and swells and sweeps in distinctive fashion. Goulding directs tastefully in the first half, which is quite charming and affecting.
All that is undone in the second half, where the melodrama gets excessively heavy, the sentimentality makes for at two trips to the bathroom to try and wash out the soap suds welling up in the mouth and things do get silly to the point of ridiculousness. The amount of self-sacrifices Mary makes is so much that it becomes nauseating. The ending somehow rings false and is especially mawkish. The script gets increasingly stilted and soapy, and the momentum in the pace really goes.
Fonda looks uncomfortable in a role that really does not suit him, got the sense too that he himself knew that. Ian Hunter has too little to work with and doesn't have an awful lot of presence, at least he fares better than Fonda. Did have a problem with how the characters are written, especially the male ones, where too few of the characters have much dimension and are either written as too perfect or too cruel.
On the whole, watchable but with a lot that doesn't work. 5/10
