Saw this movie when it was first released in Argentina -about 1964 or 1965-. Thought it shows quite well where Hollywood had gone. To pots. Couldn't understand why trashed had become the usual standard in second rate melodramas when producers had directors, actors, technicians and what not. But no ideas behind a glossy Technicolor's. Called it quits and left the cinema but of course somebody told me Hayward proceeded to stab a Davis' portrait -a silly freudian example-. But everything is idiotic in this movie. But now I have second thoughts. After such a long time and so much Hollywood mainstream, wouldn't it be time to watch it again and see what had happened to the late factory of dreams? abel posadas
Review of Where Love Has Gone
