Gaby

The 1931 and 1940 films, both named 'Waterloo Bridge', are very highly recommended, and are very good films in their own right with the slight edge going to the 1940 film despite being less faithful to the original story.

Although it is a long way from a bad film, 'Gaby' isn't in the same league. There are a lot of things to like, with the best things being Leslie Caron, who despite being unconvincing as a prostitute (and the transition is even less convincing) beguiles and charms in the lead, and the luminous Metrocolor cinematography that gives the film a quaint 1950s sheen, the use of Cinemascope is also striking.

Further great assets are the beautiful and never too sugary or melodramatic music score, and the timeless Rodgers/Hart-penned "Where or When". The two French songs ("Sur Le Pont D'Avignon" faring the slightly better of the two), "My Country Tis of Thee" and Chopin's Piano Concerto are also well used, just not leaving as big an impression in the film as "When or When". The dialogue is thought-provoking, some of the sets are nicely done and atmospheric and the supporting cast especially a distinguished Cedric Hardwicke acquit themselves very well.

However, John Kerr's performance is very one-dimensional, with stiffness and awkwardness being the only real emotions he shows. Even those not completely enamoured with Robert Taylor's performance in the 1940 film will find themselves appreciating it more after seeing Kerr, I certainly did. His chemistry with Caron is quite bland too. 'Gaby' is also very dully directed by Curtis Bernhardt, with the film never seeming to find proper momentum.

It is agreed that there is a lack of atmosphere- the 1931 film was gritty, at times steamy and dark while the 1940 film while, due to the Code and its constraints, tamer and more romanticised was very lovingly romantic, lavish and incredibly poignant. These are things that, other than a lavishness in the cinematography and some of the costumes and sets, 'Gaby' lacks, dullness and glimpses of sugary charm being the primary feelings here. The ending is pure contrived tack, as problematic as the ending of the 1931 film was it was still more believable than this, and things are all far too easily forgiven. Gaby's transformation is too sudden, and some of the sets are on the cheap and cobbled together side.

All in all, watchable thanks to Caron and the cinematography, but anybody who loved the previous two 'Waterloo Bridge' film adaptations like this reviewer did will find themselves disappointed. 5/10 Bethany Cox

It's 1944 London. American soldier Gregory Y. Wendell (John Kerr) is on leave and falls for French ballerina Gaby (Leslie Caron) at first sight. He pursues her until she accepts his marriage proposal. They have to wait while he leaves for D-Day. He goes missing and presumed dead. She is heartbroken and decides to live for herself.

This is the third iteration of the 1930 play Waterloo Bridge. This feels light. Neither actor is doing heavy lifting in their performances. I do appreciate the lovely pixie Leslie Caron. The lightness does not fit the later dark material. In the end, this never fully gains traction.

The story of Waterloo Bridge is boring, melodramatic, and not worth remaking. Yet, in 1956, Hollywood produced a remake starring Leslie Caron and John Kerr. She looked incredibly beautiful, and her innocence was radiating. Kerr seemed to be nearly the same as he was in Tea and Sympathy, but since they were the same year, perhaps he just got his characters confused. If she weren't so pretty, I probably wouldn't have stuck through the movie.

If you don't know the story, it features a soldier on a brief leave who falls for a chorus girl in London. They have a whirlwind courtship, and when he's sent back to the front, she worries terribly. She makes a terrible decision, which makes no sense, given her character, and ruins her life. Since the remake starred Leslie Caron, the English chorus girl was changed to a French ballet dancer. Neither one was really given a reason to fall in love so quickly, hence the melodrama of the story. And although this version was watered down quite a bit to appeal to the censorship board, I still don't think her choice makes sense. If you love Leslie like I do, just stick with Gigi.

This film is a re-make of "Waterloo Bridge" which I saw many years ago. It was an atmospheric love story with sterling performances from Vivien Leigh and Robert Taylor. The original play was by Robert E. Sherwood, also known for "The Petrified Forest".

This re-make fails on several counts. First of all there is almost no atmosphere. There is beautiful saturated color and cinemascope, neither of which add anything specific to the story. Furthermore, the sets in many scenes, especially at the end in the bombing, are so obviously fake you can almost imagine stagehands picking up the pieces for the next performance.

Second, no matter how hard she tries, Leslie Caron is not convincing as a prostitute. As a dancer, yes. When she abandons dance for prostitution we do not see a transition. She gives as a reason for her actions remorse over sending Greg away before their love was consummated. Now that he is dead, she wants to give others what she deprived him of. A rather shaky rationalization.

Third, no matter how hard he tries John Kerr is incapable of playing a grown-up. He is forever the boyish young man, awkward in speech and movement.

The film does not have a smooth trajectory. The individual scenes seem to be patched together.

The ending, likewise, is not convincing. He forgives her as if all she had done was to ruin the soufflé. They seem like two kids in love playing around with adult games.

The fault for all of this lies in the general concept of this particular re-make, which the producers obviously felt had to be more sugar-coated for the audience of the mid-fifties, unwilling, no doubt, to accept Leslie Caron as a bad girl. But in the end, nothing is gained by this strategy.

However, there is still some charm - almost unavoidable when Leslie Caron is the star - and some moments that show the promise of what might have been a very good movie.

After revisiting ' The L-Shaped Room ', which is among the few films I watch often, I paid another visit to my worn out copy of ' Gaby ' which I equally love. I have never compared it to the previous films of ' Waterloo Bridge ' because I feel it stands on its own merits which are considerable. To begin with both Leslie Caron and John Kerr are in my opinion well cast together and although it is set during WW2 the 1950's feel of it does not irritate at all. Kerr is gauche and very young, but then he is supposed to be and Caron is a match for that with her ( sometimes ) wonderfully natural acting ability. They are a lovable pair going through difficult times, and when he leaves her and she thinks he is dead she does not resort to prostitution. The scene where she tenderly reaches out to a distraught Polish soldier is one of the most moving in the film. My interpretation is that she gives these kind of men a sort of loving because they are in her eyes the love she has lost and grieves for. No money transaction is mentioned, and this makes it a very different and equally valid version of the former two films. Yes, the Code and its constraints were severe, but what I see on the screen is a fine love story almost ruined by the chaos of war. No spoilers for the ending, but it is moving and totally believable. Leslie Caron is a great actress and she is utterly beautiful in her face, in her gestures and in her inimitable voice. There is magic too in the plot in a restaurant scene where the inference is that they have met before, where or when they do not know. And both of them play it to perfection. It is a simple rendering of its source material and by simple I mean simplicity of loving in its highest form. I have watched it countless times and each time I find it enriching. Kerr is no Robert Taylor and neither should he be and Caron is equal to Vivien Leigh but in her own special way. My suggestion is to track down the film and put all comparisons out of mind and perhaps the magic of it will haunt you, like it has haunted me over the years.