My Bill

The very best thing about this movie was Dickie Moore. He was a little tour de force. He was one of those child actors who could not only act but was a commanding presence on screen. The writing was hideous and the acting of the other three children were bland at best, but it was REALLY nice when Aunt Caroline really "got her's." I personally loved the banker. I thought he was sweet but had a kick to him when he finally decided enough was enough.

I enjoyed Kay Francis and thought she did a good job with a really badly written character. If you watch this film, watch it for Dickie Moore. He is one of the very best child actors of all time.

Based on Tom Barry's play, a widow (played by Kay Francis) runs out of money, and her three children abandon her. This drama explores the financial difficulties facing a family in the Depression and the fine character of the youngest, Bill. On a personal note, I enjoyed this film very much, in particular the performance by Dickie Moore as young 'Bill'. In fact, Moore's Bill had more charm and raw human emotion in his little finger than Mickey Rooney in the entire series of Andy Hardy films. In my opinion, that little guy (Bill) was pure heart, and took me back to the Jackie-Coogan character in Chaplin's 'The Kid'. In many respects, at 13 years old, Moore pretty much carried this film.

Overall, the supporting cast was rather bland, i.e. the three brats and the banker. Kay Francis plays the typically concerned mom. Ending was a bit too quick-paced, and much too optimistic --- although I highly enjoyed Bill and his mother, a.k.a "Sweetheart", finally kicking their evil Aunt Caroline out the door, i.e. "...that dog-faced buffoon!!...SCRAM!"

A slightly predictable ending, however all together satisfying picture providing some strong family values.

This is a very nice movie and is thoroughly enjoyable. For the time period, it delicately handles some pretty touchy subjects without being maudlin. Implausible? Maybe, but just what the doctor ordered for blue day.

I recently had the opportunity to see this film on TCM. What a wonderful film. Kay Francis was a very underrated actress. She can portray any type of character, and in this film she portrays a mother at the end of her rope trying to raise four children alone. Her youngest son, Bill adores his mother and even calls her 'sweetheart'. The relationship between the mother and children is very interesting and in some instances is still very contemporary. This premise might seem corny by todays standards, but that does not make the film any less effective. It is a heart warming film, and makes you feel good when it ends. There aren't many films of today that leave you totally satisfied from beginning to end, but this film fulfilled that! If you have the chance to see this, please do... you won't regret it!

With nary an evening gown, fur stole, cocktail shaker, or cigarette, Kay Francis manages to negotiate the domestic ups and downs of a financially embarrassed widow with four children with admirable credibility.

That she does so, owes largely to her own convincing portrayal as the hapless shirt-waisted mother, in addition to sterling work by young charmer Dickie Moore and elderly character actress Helena Phillips Evans, as well as Elisabeth Risdon, (as a "Miss Gulch" type villainous-- who gets to toss off some hilariously caustic bon mots).

On the face of it, let's face it--the script is unpromising, given its pronounced tendency to trade on clichés and salvific coincidences in both situation and characterization. Indeed, in the film's opening chapters these faults are exceedingly evident, what with the three eldest children's scenes of petulant denunciation written, acted and performed with a broadness that is almost vaudeville, and bordering perilously close to parody.

But Dickie Moore's (as the titular "Bill") scenes are marked by such authentic warmth and pluck, that he succeeds almost singlehandedly in pulling the disparate plot threads into an emotionally involving and even compelling yarn.

This is particularly true in Master Moore's scenes with Helena Phillips Evans as Miss Crosby, an elderly spinster benefactress, whose burgeoning friendship with the child provides the film with some of its most tender scenes. Miss Evans is of that school of character actress that we have no longer, and she weaves all the layers of loneliness, wisdom, and disappointment that come with the years with the gentlest inflections. Her "I'm afraid," to Master Moore after a coronary attack is in itself heart stopping, as testament to the deep humanity she invests in what is essentially a small role.

Nor is Miss Francis undone by a lack of sequins and ermine. She seems in fact, to relish the homespun nature of the role. One scene, played while seated on a staircase, in which she explains death in metaphorical terms to Dickie Moore is played with such sensitivity, intelligence and emotional depth that one wishes the screen had afforded her more opportunities to interact with children.

By the finale, in which all the principals' toast a deceased friend, it will be the rare audience member that isn't reaching for his handkerchief.

"My Bill" is an unsung winner and a feather in Kay Francis' cap. This one should please the whole family.