With the Great Depression persisting, it was hard to find a job in 1939, especially for a bachelorette. Polly Parrish (Ginger Rogers) is working only a seasonal job in the ’39 Bachelor Mother but, ah, it benefits her when the lass turns into a . . . Bachelor Mother, perforce taking care of an abandoned baby. Out of pity, the company boss (David Niven) hires her for permanent work. Everybody mistakes Polly for the baby’s mother—and then there is regrettable ignorance about the identity of the father.

There is not much to say about this flick (directed by Garson Kanin). It’s a romantic comedy which isn’t very funny, but at least has an original screenplay by Norman Krasna and Felix Jackson. It’s a family film that will appeal especially to women and non-fastidious children. David Niven—who was an “approachable” and dapper but masculine actor—is winning. So is the understated Rogers. The whole crew keeps Bachelor Mother humming along, pleasantly.

Months ago I gave the film Babygirl, by Halina Reijn, a positive review. I have since seen the piece a second time and am prompted to critique it rather further. It presents us with sexual kinkiness and infidelity, and frankly this material is a bit tired. I still don’t underrate the script, though; Reijn is a talented writer. Further, Babygirl is nicely—and, by Nicole Kidman, magnificently—acted, as well as photographically perfect (cinematographer: Jasper Wolf). Kidman is certainly not miscast as either a CEO or a sexual oddball. It is right that Reijn, in the first pre-intimacy scene with Romy and Samuel, made Samuel (Harris Dickinson) alternately no-nonsense and amused. . . The film is a small triumph. And kudos to the director for liking Ibsen.

The two middle-aged academics in Stuart Gordon‘s Re-Animator (1985) are hardly charmers. Well, they really get their comeuppance in this crazy horror flick, and likewise with the arrogant young med student, Herbert West (Jeffrey Combs), who knows how to re-animate corpses. He’s unworthy of the discovery.

Based on writings by H.P. Lovecraft, this cult concoction turns into an adult fairy tale with a damsel in distress. Such actors as Combs and Barbara Crampton are delightfully adept, but David Gale and Robert Sampson are also wildly, creepily convincing. Moreover, Re-Animator is one of the most sensual American movies I’ve seen. The pronouncedly attractive Ms. Crampton has breasts that are comely from every angle, and are fondled by a headless reprobate! Her damsel-in-distress scenes compete well with, say, Giovanni Baglione’s painting, Judith and Holofernes. I mean it. There are some other nude bodies in the film, in dim lighting, but they aren’t sensual.

Nice, smooth work by director Stuart.

Re The Hospital, directed by Arthur Hiller:

Some strange deaths are occurring in a New York City hospital, and there is enough breakdown there as it is. The hospital is under assault, and frankly so is society. For one thing, people living in a condemned building are angry that the hospital has purchased the building in order to raze it and expand medical functions there. Crafted by Paddy Chayefsky, the tragicomic plot is rickety, but the dialogue and George C. Scott‘s performance as a despairing (but then happy) doctor are great. A worthwhile opus, this.

A 12-year-old boy called Ingemar (Anton Glanzelius) keeps reminding himself that suffering or hardship is relative. For long stretches of time, he lives what appears to be a dog’s life—this a reality in the 1985 Swedish film, My Life as a Dog, directed by Lasse Hallstrom. Ah, but this comic confection would be much better if it wasn’t childishly preoccupied with female breasts, primarily through spoken references to them. To be sure, dollops of kid and adult nudity are here too, and so, curiously, are flatness and insufficiency. Who, really, is the sexy Berit (Inge-Marie Carlsson), and even Ingemar’s goofy uncle (Tomas von Bromssen)? More annoying is that Dog is vulgar enough to almost smile on child sex. This Dog has had its day and should now be forgotten.

(In Swedish with English subtitles)