Review of Dear Heart (1965) by Paul S — 05 May 2017

Geraldine Page will break your heart (if you have one to break) and I'm not kidding. Her subtle use of facial expression reveals her soul, and if one puts one's self in the frame of the late 50's and early 60's when "Realism" was the rage (such as Sir Laurence Olivier dipping his toes into this pool with "The Entertainer") and then adapting your own realism to the fact that films had to make money, then you can forgive the kind of brazenly mis-informed critiques of Bosley Crowther (who clearly had not a sentimental bone in his body) and you will watch Page's face register the internal gauge of the emotional state of the woman she plays.

Caught in a half-fantasy half-dreadful reality, she has created a world within herself and the plot allows her to utilize her brilliance to make you fall for her. I did.