Title: Now, Voyager
Genre: Drama, Romance
Director: Irving Rapper
Music: Max Steiner
Cinematographer: Sol Polito
Forgive me if I am over-emotional to express my feelings towards this film, which is exactly the finest product from the Golden Age of Hollywood.
Betty Davis is no doubt the prima-donna of her time and even could be competent for the most versatile actress of all time in my humble opinion. NOW, VOYAGER is a straightforward ugly-duckling fairytale, however it mingles with many lip-smacking relishes, the strained tension between mother and daughter, a deadly-romantic love affair between our lady and an unhappily married man, subsequently a heartwarming encounter with his young daughter in a mental hospital.
I was struck outright by how appealing a drama-romance could ever manage to be by this film, and without any doubt the costumes of Bette Davis effectually stole the scenes consecutively, who could not memorize her duckling-turns-swan outfits, particularly the glamorous, she was a true avant-garde beyond her time!
Although not one could ever possibly outshone Madame Davis, whose performance was priceless (the accent, the affection and even the subtle gestures), the supporting cast still worth mentioning, Paul Henreid emanated his manhood charm in the maximum degree as Davis’ wrong-place-wrong-time inamorato; Paul’s CASABLANCA (1942) co-star Claude Rains here was in his not-so-common good-man role as the doctor of the mental sanitarium, it was rather wacky to see him do decent deeds on scree; Gladys Cooper’s starchy deadpan performance also stands out during the mother/daughter squabble scenes (both her and Ms. Davis were nominated for Oscars, well-deserving!).
For me, this film is definitely categorized in my guilty pleasure catalog, it could be my placebo whenever I need it.