Goodbye, Mr. Chips (Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer) is a lovingly faithful picturization of the novelette by James Hilton that gave Alexander Woollcott such a good cry five years ago. Like the book, it is sentimental in the precise sense: it exploits emotions which, reduced to propositions, most people would reject as falseĀe.g., that failure is somehow preferable to success. Shrewdly directed by Sam Wood, the cinementor of the Marx Brothers, Goodbye, Mr. Chips goes out for tears as unscrupulously and efficiently as those merry-andrews go out for laughs.
Mr. Chipping of Brookfield School is no great...
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