Although Crawford’s performance is often cited as one of her better ones, the main thing it has going for it is that it is against type, something which always appeals to American audiences as indicative of acting prowess (Crawford credited this film as setting her on the path to her 1945 Oscar for Oscar for Mildred Pierce). Despite Cukor’s classy direction, however, the film is too mustily melodramatic to sustain much in the way of dramatic credibility. Quite the opposite in fact. In this respect the best element is Conrad Veidt’s arch-villain, a delusionally Nietschean figure who is the polar opposite of Melvyn Douglas’s avuncular male, the two representing the alpha and omega of Anna’s journey to the light side.