I have just ordered several of Greer's best for a friend of mine and have been delving deeply into Garson territory. I so adore Ronald Coleman, and especially so in
Random Harvest because I can sense his struggle to remember something that he finally realizes that he forgot.
Greer's selflessness is a little "stiff upper lip" and sometimes I have to gather enough emotional energy to suspend my disbelief, but when she tells him of the death of her child, I crash, cry, and burn. She wants him to love her for herself, as he once did as Smitty, and finally it all falls in to place. The sounds of the lilting, suave, dulcet tones of Coleman and Garson mesmerize me, and allow me to hope for a better world for all.
At an early age, I was introduced to
Madame Curie with Garson and Walter Pidgeon, and after I saw that film, I immediatey went to the library and read every biography of
Marie Curie I could locate. I wanted to be just like her. I just knew I could discover a new element or two. That's how energizing that film was for a perky gal of 11.
So I am steeped in Garson right now, and I am going to rewatch
Madame Curie. Right now.