O Pintor de Almas

This is a curious existentialist comedy with a touch of Preston Sturges about it.

Dana Andrews plays a medic who dabbles as a psychologist who puts marital bliss with his wife Lilli Palmer in jeopardy when he meets a European artist and musician (Louis Jourdan) who brings chaos to their lives with his easy charm and talent as he reveals their hidden selves.

Andrews has taken things for granted, his wife does everything for him, his secretary is in love with him and his medical assistant wants to be him.

It is a frivolous even an erudite comedy but the story is too light and despite a very good and different performance from Jourdan, Andrews always looks uncomfortable with the material.

I saw this charming comedy several times in the 1950s, when I was a little girl. I was absolutely enthralled with the suave and handsome Louis Jourdan, who is the personification of what a leading man should be. Lili Palmer, who looked exquisite, was his match. I was able to eat lobster after seeing this, but not as an adult.

This movie used to get me into trouble with my parents because I didn't have a TV in my room and would sneak out of bed at night occasionally when this movie was on, turn the sound down very low and sit on top of the screen in order to see and hear it. But I would still get caught. It wasn't the movie, it was the late hour that would get me into trouble.

I would really like to see this again to see if it still stands up. I know I have always been a Louis Jourdan fan because of it.

"No Minor Vices" is a gem. It uses wit and humor to comment on the conflict between Life and Art. The plot centers on a confrontation between the quintessential MD, who fancies himself a psychologist, and the quintessential Artist, who fancies himself a philosopher. While every dullard believes he may criticize Art, no one would ever suggest criticizing the validity of scientific judgment. The supercilious Artist (played to perfection by Louis Jordan) decides to teach a lesson about Art to the know-it-all MD (effectively played by Dana Andrews), using as tools: Love and the MD's wife (charmingly played by Lilli Palmer). In a series of funny episodes, each teaches the other understanding and respect. The Artist's satiric drawings, used to comment on the MD/and the Scientific, are wonderful and all too true to LIFE and to the Humor in the human condition. Ars longa vita brevis, Hippocrates said. Bravo Lewis Milestone for bringing the truth of this home to us with so much fun.

Calm child psychologist Dana Andrews encounters artist Louis Jourdan and suggest that he paint people at his office. Jourdan agrees and observes a staff devoted to him and likewise his wife, Lili Palmer' Andrews life is idyllic. Jourdan decides to seduce Miss Palmer.

It's not so much a movie as a stage play with occasional interludes of the characters thoughts recited aloud. The situations are amusing, but as Andrews' life and self-assurance crumble, and he comes to realize that Jourdan's observations are accurate, he grows increasingly frenzied. The performances are excellent, although always too well-mannered to be more than mannered observations in a three-set drama. With Jane Wyatt, Norman Lloyd, and Beau Bridges (age 7) in his screen debut.

I did try to like this - and Lilli Palmer is excellent as the bored wife of gifted doctor Dana Andrews, doomed to a life of cooking lobsters and making do. The part of the doctor though seems to be beyond Andrews and needs a Cary Grant or a William Powell to give it some zip. And Louis Jourdan wouldn't float my boat, far too scheming and false, yuk. Watch out for little Beau Bridges in one of his early film roles. It's fun but with the right cast and a lighter touch than director Lewis Milestone had it could have been more than a minor curio.