The second picture from the ill-fated Enterprise Productions; from a story by Erich Maria Remarque.
Barbara Stanwyck could make the telephone book moving, and despite so obviously not being a natural victim succumbs beautifully - aided by a score by Miklos Rosza - as a concert pianist with a killer wardrobe to one of those diseases that afflict 'A' list female stars which makes her the centre of attention while fate throws her way dashing doctor David Niven, dashing racing driver Richard Conte and priapic casino croupier Gilbert Roland against the backdrop of a sublimely artificial-looking Alpine sanatorium followed by an equally unreal Monte Carlo; while all the while the silly woman continues smoking.
(Stanwyck trained hard enough to be able to tickle the ivories convincingly enough for the film's opening shot, but most of the shots playing the piano thereafter are of the dainty little hands of a teenaged Andre Previn.)
Barbara Stanwyck could make the telephone book moving, and despite so obviously not being a natural victim succumbs beautifully - aided by a score by Miklos Rosza - as a concert pianist with a killer wardrobe to one of those diseases that afflict 'A' list female stars which makes her the centre of attention while fate throws her way dashing doctor David Niven, dashing racing driver Richard Conte and priapic casino croupier Gilbert Roland against the backdrop of a sublimely artificial-looking Alpine sanatorium followed by an equally unreal Monte Carlo; while all the while the silly woman continues smoking.
(Stanwyck trained hard enough to be able to tickle the ivories convincingly enough for the film's opening shot, but most of the shots playing the piano thereafter are of the dainty little hands of a teenaged Andre Previn.)