The amount of hurt and emotions I felt at the end of this movie just proves how well it was done. Mistakes made in moments of weakness, just trying to do right when you’ve done wrong, yearning to be a mother or a father

Wish the repercussions would have been greater for this spineless cheater. Hard to spend time with him, let alone be sympathetic.

Like visual Twitter in 1953, a man mistreats women and asks us to feel sorry for him. This story of an incel reply guy (traveling salesman) who slides into a woman's DMS (flirts with her on a bus) because his wife wants to have a career isn't the tragedy the movie likes to think it is. Or maybe we have a lot more experience with assholes now than they did back then. Even worse, while the directing is strong (Ida Lupino was not just a great female director of the age, she was a great director period) the way the man is made out to be the victim make it difficult for me to enjoy the film.