Christmas in Connecticut (1945)
- General info
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- Synopsis:
- Journalist Elizabeth Lane (Barbara Stanwyck) is one of the country's most famous food writers. In her columns, she describes herself as a hard working farm woman, taking care of her children and being an excellent cook. But this is all lies. In reality she is an unmarried New Yorker who can't even boil an egg. The recipes come from her good friend Felix (S.Z. Sakall). The owner of the magazine she works for has decided that a heroic sailor will spend his Christmas on *her* farm. Miss Lane knows that her career is over if the truth comes out, but what can she do?
- Actors:
- Barbara Stanwyck, Dennis Morgan, Sydney Greenstreet, Reginald Gardiner, S.Z. Sakall, Robert Shayne, Una O'Connor, Frank Jenks, Joyce Compton, Dick Elliott, Betty Alexander, Charles Arnt, Arthur Aylesworth, Walter Baldwin, Edward Biby, Marie Blake, George Boyce, Lillian Bronson, Bob Burns, Oliver Cross
- Directors:
- Peter Godfrey
- Producers:
- William Jacobs
- Writers:
- Lionel Houser, Adele Comandini, Aileen Hamilton
- Aka:
- Indiscretion
- Studio:
- DVD-Video
- Genres:
- Classics, Comedy, Romance
Reviews (1) of Christmas in Connecticut
Fake It Till You Bake It - Christmas in Connecticut review by griggs
Some Christmas films smother you in tinsel; this one pelts you with fibs, mix-ups and stolen recipes. Christmas in Connecticut is basically a screwball farce that happens to have a tree in the corner, and it’s all the better for it.
Barbara Stanwyck is a joy as Elizabeth Lane, a glossy “perfect homemaker” columnist who can’t cook, doesn’t have a baby, and certainly doesn’t own the idyllic farm she writes about. Watching her bluff her way through a weekend of borrowed house, borrowed fiancé and borrowed child is half cringe, half delight. She keeps glancing at the chaos like she’s in on the joke, because she is.
The plot piles coincidence on contrivance in that uniquely 1940s way; logic gives up early, but the rhythm carries you. It’s only lightly festive – a few carols, some snow, a handsome sailor under the mistletoe – yet as a cosy, slightly daft showcase for Stanwyck’s comic timing, it goes down very easily.