After a decade of worldly dalliance, Hollywood has once more hit the sawdust trail. Between The Sign of the Cross (1932) and The Song of Bernadette (TIME, Feb. 7), only One Foot in Heaven (1941) and a handful of politely portrayed priests and parsons so much as nodded at God in the passing cinema. But with the story of the little visionary of Lourdes, something started. It gathers momentum, this week, with Going My Way, a warm, gentle comedy-drama about life in a Roman Catholic rectory. And it is likely to get bigger and...
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