New Movies, the National Board of Review Magazine (Feb 1944 - Dec 1946)

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February 1944 5 so interested are numbered in the millions. It also has an inspirational quality which will not be lost on those millions, though it is curiously lacking in information about its supposedly central theme — radium. The "Hollywood" quality in it lies in the smooth gloss that has been given to Walter Pidgeon it, the lack of dinginess and thread-bare clothes and time-scarred furniture: the sort of traditional prettiness that gives Greer Garson carefully manicured fingernails while she is working. Of course the picture made sure its success by having Greer Garson in it, who has become a flesh-and-blood monument of noble womanhood, admirable but warm and human. She hardly has to act any more — it's enough for her simply to be. Walter Pidgeon, almost typed now as Mr. MiniverGarson, makes Pierre Curie something more than a replica of his other husbands. It is Albert Basserman who stands out most three-dimensionally — a fine, dignified, richly detailed and human performance. The other characters are an oddly varied lot, for French people — the inescapable Yankeeness of Henry Travera, the solid Englishness of Dame May Whitty, the American schoolboy voice of Robert Walker, the German accent of the Bassermans. In such a melange of languagetraces one almost forgets that Victor Francen is really French. — J. S. H. DESTINATION TOKYO /~\NCE more, as in Air Force, the Warners have come through with a stirring movie about one of our fighting units, this time the submarine. It celebrates the Doolittle raid on Tokyo, making a triumphant affair of it, with most of the action centered in the part played by the submarine Copperfin, which is shown as giving the flyers crucial information they needed to make their raid effective. The Copperfin sets out from San Francisco, the day before Christmas, under sealed orders. Her job takes her first to the Aleutians, where she picks up a Reserve Officer whose acquaintance with Japan is to help them with their task after arriving there. They are attacked by a couple of Jap planes, and get away with the loss of one man and with an unexploded bomb aboard. Eventually they arrive off Tokyo, manage to get inside the harbor, and put three men ashore to pick up the information they are after. These men are successful, their findings are relayed through a fake Japanese broadcast to the bombers waiting on an aircraft carrier, and return to the sub. The flyers