Film

Stella Dallas

Name: Stella Dallas
Genre: Drama, Romance
Released: 1937
Cast: Barbara Stanwyck, John Boles, Anne Shirley, Barbara O'Neil, Alan Hale

Stella Dallas is the classic Hollywood 'woman's picture': Barbara Stanwyck as a brassy, working-class mother determined to launch her daughter into a world of manners and money she'll never belong to herself. It's melodrama in the old, sincere sense — big feelings, no irony, built to wreck you by the final shot. Watch it for Stanwyck, who makes vulgarity and dignity feel like the same thing.

TMDb rating

6.8

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