Now, Voyager

There’s just one thing that keeps this completely tragic tale of a spinster who, after years of indentured servitude to her mother, finally blossoms only to fall in love with a married man and agree to take care of his awkward child for the rest of her life appealing: Bette Davis. Directed by Irving Rapper, 1942’s Now, Voyager is all kinds of psychological torture and emotional distress, with Davis pulling out of one of the most glorious performances of her career. There’s also that famous lighting of two cigarettes lover’s pass, and the whole “don’t ask for the moon, we have the stars,” cooing, making this tear-jerker a timeless heartbreak filled with longing, loss – and gorgeous Orry-Kelly costumes, because when life hands you Paul Henried and a chastity belt, it’s all about your fabulous hat.

Thu., May 21, 7 p.m., 2015

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