Rent Going My Way (1944)

Faith, Light, and Too Little Shade - Going My Way review by griggs

For a film about faith, Going My Way demands quite a lot of it from the viewer. Leo McCarey lines up his usual ingredients — sentiment, song, and moral certainty — and serves them without much seasoning. Bing Crosby coasts through as Father O’Malley, a priest so unflappable you half expect him to start blessing cocktail parties.

It’s all very wholesome, which is part of the problem. The film mistakes easy charm for conviction and replaces tension with tunes. McCarey’s gentle direction smooths out every edge until nothing really stings or surprises. By the end, everyone’s redeemed, everyone’s singing, and no one’s changed.

You can see why wartime audiences found comfort in it, but it’s hard not to wish for a little doubt or grit. Going My Way preaches kindness, but it’s the cinematic equivalent of communion wine — pleasant enough, just not particularly strong.