What a fine performance by Hutton and what a great illustration of how the passing of time ironizes (a woman concealing her (brighter) light to soothe the infantile narcissism of a man: once unconscious narrative (and socio-political: this was after all made just after WW2) need , now ironic social commentary)
(Of course time doesn't alter all things: the depiction of Native Americans is, still, absurd at best)
mubi really fucks up on its stills sometimes, altho they chose one from a great number. I'd like to think there is a poetic side to spectacle, but this is pretty firmly planted on the fascist end of things (Berkeley, duh). though as always with movies of this era its wonky morals allow for some subversion. watch the garland outtakes if u can, they're heartbreaking but so informative. Kudos to Hutton!