Stand back everyone, here comes the chick flick for 1940. Ever known a girl who believed in fairy tales, dreamed of going to fancy balls and couldn’t decide on one guy? Well that’s Kitty Foyle.
You see, she’s just been proposed to by two men on the same night. One, a doctor she’s been dating for a while, the other, her ex-husband from Philadelphia who she hasn’t talked to in years. She has to decide, which man she will meet at midnight. As she’s packing, her reflection tells the story of her life and we’re transported there with the shake of an old snow globe.
We meet Kitty (Ginger Rogers) as just a teenager, gawking at the high class in their fancy gowns going into the Assembly. We watch her grow, meet Wyn, and foolish love is gushed all over the black and white. Things go off and on with Wyn, and Kitty meets a doctor too. But his dates are boring, they just stay in and play cards all night. Why would a girl be with such a boring doctor? In fact, she stands him up for a date when she arrives to her apartment filled with flowers and Wyn brings her a shiny dress so they can have their own private ball. Isn’t that what a girl’s dreams are made of?
The Cinderella motif is taken so strongly, Wyn takes her out on the town in a shiny gown with their personal orchestra in tow. How can anyone with a trace of estrogen turn down a proposal after that? So they’re married, only for Kitty to realize that there are certain expectations that come with marrying a “prince.”
The modern woman in this film had just earned her right to vote. She slips into speakeasies with her guy and has a good job at a typewriter like a good little girl. It feels like Kitty is single handedly destroying all this wonderful progress! I’m sorry, this plot sounds like the puke dripping out of a trashy romance novel. But some chicks eat it up like chocolate, and they’ll probably love it.
I’ve just made a new rule: If at any point in any film (or real life for that matter) anyone says, “I’m a big girl now,” they cannot be taken seriously as an adult. Kitty is not a big girl now and won’t be unless she makes a wise decision for once.
If you love romance and fairy tales and tales of women being so overly ….womanish, watch Kitty Foyle. I don’t mean to make fun of it, but this could be the best girls-night-in movie ever. It’s just not my style, though. So really, get some chocolate, paint each other’s toe nails and watch Kitty Foyle and let me know how girls’ night went. I need to go watch some football or punch something…