Anything with Barbra Stanwyk commands attention, which means that she keeps one busy in seeking out such items at this which, although made in black and white, heralds those red-hued luxuriant small-town melodramas to which the cosmopolitan director Douglas Sirk turned in the Fifties. This one is in fact set in 1910, an era when news of her failure to make it on the Broadway stage would have been less likely to reach the family, and lover, from whom she fled with such hopes. It is a plot as creaky as the one in which her teenage daughter plays at high school - and which she has returned to see.
Ignore any doubts about this - one's own and others'. Such is the way in which Sirk handles it that one is transported from one's own sofa to those on which this brilliant cast wrangle and canoodle.