How Green Was My Valley

How Green Was My Valley is exactly what you'd expect from the title: mawkish sentimental crap. One of the greatest travesties in Oscar history. Seriously, the amount of child actors that aren't terrible is so small as to be completely irrelevant. But that number was actually zero, as far as I've been able to tell off the top of my head before sometime in the 1960s or so. Roddy McDowall was so earnest that it hurt my teeth. I certainly wouldn't have nearly such a violent reaction to the treacly aspects of the film if it weren't for the fact that it's vastly inferior to Citizen Kane. In every way. The movie's plot is just so relentlessly mediocre that I dislike it more than it probably deserves. Then again, I don't care. I don't like it.