The Scoundrel's Wife

Despite Glen Pitre's reputation with the critics, he shows no distinguishing talent with story, narrative or actors with this war-and-the-homefront melodrama. The men are mostly overwrought, young Lacey Chabert is totally out of the period, and Tatum O'Neal (in the lead as a widowed mother of two under a constant cloud of suspicion) is too low-keyed and looks wrung out; she doesn't connect with the audience in a sympathetic way because she's kept so distant and dry of emotions (except in the brief scene where she laughs at Julian Sands dancing--it's like a breath of fresh air to see her genuinely smiling). Film is patchy, with a low-budget feel that isn't helped by mediocre period affects. It begins with a haunting shot, a flashback that becomes clearer as the film progresses (featuring O'Neal's strongest moments), but the rest of the movie fails to rise to that emotional level. It's so passive and dish-rag limp. One may commend hammy Tim Curry as an alcoholic priest--he does liven things up--but his comic mugging doesn't belong in a movie about U-boats and power-crazed soldiers. ** from ****