The White Sister

I guess if you are someone who really gets off on crying at the movies then you'll enjoy this outpouring of sentimental slop. But for the vast legions of the relatively dry (and clear) eyed it's fairly insufferable stuff. Plus, it features one of my all time least favorite actresses in the lead. I realize that Ms. Hayes is considered a brilliant theatre thesp, and maybe she was, but to watch her in sound films is to watch someone who might as well have a bumper sticker on her limo that reads "I'd rather Be Doing Silent Pics". I guess if I had a voice that sounds like Gracie Allen I'd feel the same way. Add complete and utter lack of chem between her and Gable and you can see how this movie quickly descends into boredom and is only briefly lifted out of the ennui pit by some good aerial battle action that, alas, is too little and way too late. C minus.

PS...Hayes, Gable and Lewis Stone are about as Italian as the 4th of July in Indianapolis.