Film

The Bells of St. Mary's

Name: The Bells of St. Mary's
Genre: Drama, Comedy
Released: 1945
Cast: Bing Crosby, Ingrid Bergman, Henry Travers, William Gargan, Ruth Donnelly

This is Bing Crosby and Ingrid Bergman being enormously likable at each other for two hours, a sequel to Going My Way that swaps rowdy street kids for a nun with iron opinions about pedagogy. It's soft-focus, hummable, unhurried, and built entirely on charm rather than plot. Perfect for a rainy Sunday when you want to feel looked after rather than challenged.

TMDb rating

6.9

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