In my opinion, she starred in three of the best movies of the 1940s.
The first time I saw her was in The Ghost and Mrs. Muir, a wholesome but captivating beauty with a very intriguing appeal! I was hooked. This became one of my all-time favorite movies, and I can watch it over and over.
Next was the movie Laura, and I found myself becoming irrationally jealous of Dana Andrews falling in love with her, even though I know movies are pretend (right?) and thinking all the while that she was dead. I guess it was at this point that I started to get a little uncomfortable with my feelings, but I was able to work my way though it emotionally unscathed.
Then I had to go and watch Leave Her To Heaven. A film noir rarity, as it was shot in Technicolor. Gene Tierney playing the dream come true femme fatale. My kind of woman.
If it didn’t have a good plot (it does), if it didn’t have good acting (it does), if the production was sloppy (it isn’t), and if it didn’t have Gene Tierney, it is worth the time devoted to watching the entire movie just to see the colors of the interior during the train scene. See for yourself HERE.
Even knowing how the story ends, I find myself longing for “Back of the Moon” and wanting to trade places with Cornel Wilde just to have that kind of obsessive love directed at me, and from such an amazingly perfectly beautiful lady.
While I was watching you, exotic words drifted across the mirror of my mind as summer clouds drift across the sky.
I know that he simply wasn’t man enough for her. I know things could be different if only we were given a chance. Hmm.. I shouldn’t be concerned, I mean.. these feelings are not really a problem, are they?