Claudia

"Claudia" and its sequel "Claudia and David" are unique in the history of American movies. The sequel is as good as, if not perhaps better than, the original. But they work beautifully together in a way almost no two movies ever have. (I am excluding post-1980 sci-fi blockbusters and their sequels, which I leave to someone else to address.) Dorothy McGuire is an acquired taste. She is a taste I have acquired over the years. At first I thought her bland and a touch saccharine. But based on these movies and on the heartbreaking "A Tree Grows In Brooklyn alone, she has a major place among our movie history.

Everyone here is excellent. Robert Young is very good. Ina Claire -- the divine brittle comedienne of earlier days -- is immensely endearing as Claudia's ailing mother.

The movie is billed as a romantic comedy. And it is romantic. It is comic -- in a way that at times (e.g., the leitmotif about Young's missing $.25 pipe-scraper) presages television sitcoms.

But it has dark edges everywhere. A mournful quality hangs over it. It seems to say: "Yes, life holds romance. Yes, people can be very amusing when interacting with each other. But life is essentially tragic. Do enjoy life but remember: It is not all innocent flirtations and problems with the servants. It's filled with sad things that pop up when one least expects them." It's a charming movie and a wise one as well.

I rate this movie highly not necessarily for its cinematographic values (it is no "Citizen Kane") but for its depiction of the values and principles that guided our American ancestors. America was engaged in the cruelest war it has faced since the Civil War. Husbands and sons are suffering on foreign lands, news are censored, military operations are "blacked-out"; families back home need something to believe in, beliefs to cling on to especially when they are mourning the loss of loved ones. Rural Connecticutt, the scenery, the community, the house in which Claudia lived, feel like a breath of fresh air to the viewer and makes us forget our sorrows.

Hollywood produced many movies to help in America's war effort, directly (propaganda) or indirectly (fostering our countries' ideals). This is one of these movies. It reveals, by ricochet perhaps, the beauty of American life, the kindness of people, the innocence of love in its broad meaning. Despite the rationing and the tragedy of the war years, it offered our parents, hope that life could be and was beautiful, that these principles were worth fighting for. It also projected an ideal for the population to emulate, a code of conduct so to speak. This way of thinking/living was spread all over the country through thousands of community theaters. It helped guide a generation long gone in the aftermath of the great depression and the lean war years ahead.

In our modern society where trouble, murder, and sins of mankind get front page in the news and create constant fear and lingering anxiety among us, movies like "Claudia" and its sequel bring comfort and peace in our minds. This film reminds us of who we once were, loving individuals who cared for one another. It brings us back at a time when we, Americans, cared for one another, when we would pick-up hitch-hikers, when we would lend money to friends, when the local bank would help you out of financial difficulty. Our country stood for something and provided relief and shelter to the rest of the world.

I give my appreciation to the director, the writers and the cast who made this movie, a model of Americana for us to follow. I also appreciate all the film lovers who take the time and effort to enlighten the users of IMDb with their details and comments about the movies they review. May God Bless America!

Signed: A Disabled Veteran of the War against Terrorism.

A domestic drama like this could easily have collapsed into a tub of suds. But thanks to McGuire's winning performance and the movie's dark edges, it's an engaging profile of facing life as a grown-up. McGuire's Claudia is a ditzy girl-woman who never walks when she can run and says the first thing that comes into her head, which is usually charming or silly. Fortunately, mature husband David (Young) provides an anchor, clearly beguiled by her girlish ways.

Together they have a unique rapport on their Connecticut farm. Trouble is Claudia's wracked at times by self-doubt and her rather plain looks. Besides she's still somewhat dependent on her indulgent mom (Claire). Clearly, Claudia still has some growing up to do, especially in learning to deal with responsibility and life's dark side, which is what the movie's about.

Goulding directs with a light hand, never allowing the material to drift into sentimentality, the bane of domestic dramas such as this. And I love the sheer nuttiness of the Russian countess (Baclanova) when she breaks into her 5-alarm operatic screech that's like nothing I've seen or heard-- my ears are still ringing! But it's clearly McGuire's movie, showing why Claudia's warmth and charm launched the actress on such a long and successful film career. And I agree with another reviewer: if you like this film, you'll also like its sequel Claudia and David (1946), which is even better.

I saw this film many years ago and remembered nearly all of it. It was a real treat to see it again.

Dorothy McGuire recreates her stage role in a wonderful screen debut as Claudia, the guileless child bride of Robert Young. Her naiveté gets her into some difficulty with an amorous neighbor (Reginald Gardiner) and her attachment to her ailing mother (Ina Claire) is a concern to her husband.

McGuire and Young make a charming screen couple - she is all energy and he is more deadpan - it's a nice contrast, and the two characters are obviously very much in love. Ina Claire turns in a warm and touching performance as Claudia's mother.

McGuire sparkles in this role, particularly in the transition when Claudia is forced to grow up almost overnight. Of course, she went on to have a great career that spanned nearly 50 years in film. It's easy to see why when you watch "Claudia." This was followed by a sequel, "Claudia and David."

This film was adapted from the hit play by Rose Franken, and featured the actress who created the character of Claudia for the stage, Dorothy McGuire, in her film debut. Set in suburban Connecticut at a time (1943) when the state was still semi-rural, it tells the story of a perky young woman married to a mature but not yet middle-aged man, and their trials and tribulations, most of them revolving around Claudia's chronic immaturity, her attachment to her mother, and her over-reliance on her husband's know-how. There's not a whole lot of story here, and an awful lot of dialogue, much of it extremely pleasant, all of it observant and well-crafted, none of it brilliant. Stars McGuire and Robert Young make an exceptionally attractive and credible couple. Young's droll underplaying is very stylish and often upstages his bubbly co-star.

It's a fun movie none the less, and at times even moving, belonging to an era when mainstream culture was supposed to be genteel. If if were made today half of it would be set in the conjugal bed, with the leading characters naked most of the time. With considerable subtlety it's suggested in this film that indeed a good deal of the action is in the bedroom, but they never, of course, show any of it. It's easier today to see the virtues of such bright entertainment as this, though when it was first performed out the play, like so many others like it, was attacked at times rather brutally by intellectuals in left-wing journals. A case can be made for Claudia being no more than anodyne entertainment to please and flatter the bourgeoisie into thinking that they're nicer and smarter than they are in real life. Perhaps so. But as an artifact of its times Claudia is still a pretty good show, and on occasion a fascinating if Hollywoodized glimpse at how the comfortable middle classes lived in the years before the postwar boom.