25 décembre 1945. Le passant cinéphile ne s’est toujours pas remis de l’envahissement familial au sein de son foyer. Une seconde séance est nécessaire. Direction le Roxy pour y découvrir Leave Her to Heaven avec Gene Tierney et se changer les idées.
Critique d’époque :
« Christmas Day was an inauspicious moment to bring in a moody, morbid film which is all about a selfish, jealous and deceitful dame. Somehow, this hardly seems the season for indulging in that sort of thing. Yet such is the unpleasant topic which is pursued to exhausting length in the Twentieth Century-Fox’s Leave Her to Heaven, which came to the Roxy yesterday. The fact is, however, that this picture would be little more congenial at any time, for it is plainly a piece of cheap fiction done up in Technicolor and expensive sets.
Assuming that there are such women as the one Gene Tierney plays in this film – a thoroughly ornery creature who is so jealous of her author-husband’s love that she permits his adored younger brother to drown, kills her own unborn child and finally destroys herself by trickery when she finds that her husband and her sister are in love – the description of such in this picture is far from skillful or acute. The reason for the lady’s disposition is never convincingly revealed, and the whole plot – especially a court-room climax – is arbitrary, artificial and mane.
Miss Tierney’s petulant performance of this vixenish character is about as analytical as a piece of pin-up poster art. It is strictly one-dimensional, in the manner of a dot on an I. And Cornel Wilde is equally restricted as her curiously over-powered spouse. Jeanne Crain is colorless and wooden as the sister with whom he eventually finds bliss, and Vincent Price, Mary Philips and Darryl Hickman mechanically play other roles. Only the sets are intriguing, being elaborate and gadgety ». Par Bosley Crowther pour le New York Times.
Une seule chose à sauver dans Leave Her to Heaven pour Bosley Crowther. Les décors. Parce que pour ce qui est du reste…