The White Sister (1923)

Lilian Gish pulls out all the stops in this rather sad melodrama about the young daughter of "Prince Chiaromonte". She is his daughter by a second marriage, and when he dies in a riding accident - she finds herself cast out by her elder half-sister who has destroyed the old man's will. Luckily she has the love of "Capt. Severini" (Ronald Colman) but he is despatched to Africa before they can wed. Time passes slowly, she pines something terrible, so imagine her shock when she is informed by "Monsignor Saracinesca" (J. Barney Sherry) that he has been killed-in-action! She turns to the church for solace and becomes a nun, numb to her feelings... Fly in the ointment? Well, the good pastor was a bit premature and when her beau returns unscathed she must make some really tough decisions. Colman features only sparingly, as does Gail Kane as her pretty ruthless sibling but the film belongs to the Gish - or, more especially, her eyes. They are so emotive. For much of the time she is the recipient of bad news, so her grief-stricken expressions get plenty of exercise. Roy Overbaugh has created some beautiful imagery in both the religious and desert settings and Henry King manages to elicit much from a star very much at the top of her game. Maybe the story is a bit predictable but the performances carry it along - for an overly long 2 hours, I have to say - well enough to sustain interest for most of the time. I'd have liked to have seen a little more action from Colman - but as it is, it's a gently evolving story that has stood up well.