What in the name of everything holy was John Dall doing with that accent? Every time he opened his mouth I half expected subtitles.
The Corn Is Green wants to be a warm story about education cracking open a closed-off mining village, and there’s a decent idea buried in there about talent nobody else had bothered to notice. Trouble is, the film treats the Welsh as a job lot of comic props — illiterate, superstitious, bursting into song the second a coal seam appears. A couple of the actual Welsh cast sneak some truth past the caricature, which only makes Dall’s warbling stand out more.
Bette Davis anchors the whole thing with conviction, dragging sincerity out of a script that keeps laying the uplift on with a trowel. It’s pleasant enough, the period trappings have their charms, and the condescension still manages to outstay them both.
The corn’s green. Everything else is painted by numbers.