Ginger Rogers stepped out of her tap shoes for this non-singing, non-dancing performance, a wartime drama that must have had America abuzz with hope. Kitty Foyle is about to be married to a poor doctor when an old, wealthy flame returns to her life, offering to whisk her away to South America. What will she do? Leave it to her conscience -- as seen in the mirror -- and lengthy flashbacks to help her along with the decision. Overly melodramatic, the film has aged rather poorly (despite Rogers' Oscar-winning performance) and seems rather un-feminist today. Still, it's an odd and unique testament to 1940s' zeitgeist, a period of hope and despair, both of which are reflected in Ms. Foyle.
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