One of my favourite films of the 1940's I love the way Jennifer Jones plays herself from being a schoolgirl to an adult women. The acting is excellent. The ending is stunning with the green tint and technicolor portrait at the end.

This is a great fantasy story. An aspiring artist who is lacking inspiration meets a pretty young woman in a park. They seem to hit it off. Later, from memory, he paints a portrait of her. He sees this as a kind of masterwork. From that point on, he has several encounters with her. It seems she is getting older, faster, and becoming more and more sophisticated. He also seems to be losing connection with her. This is a loving movie about unrequited love, facing obstacles one cannot overcome. It's also a mystery of the first order. This is a film of consummate beauty and ethereal being. We have to ask ourselves who this woman is and where did she come from.

When you walk through the 60 blocks of Central Park today, you will see reminders of many movies filmed on location there, from "Sweet Charity" and "Hair" during the age of Aquarius to "Jeffrey", "Isn't She Great?" and "" more recently. Back in the golden age of Hollywood, movie studios re-created Central Park on their back lots, but none looked as realistic as David O. Selznick's grand production of "Portrait of Jennie", a delightful ghost story that stands up as well today as it did more than 60 years ago.Down on his luck artist Joseph Cotten is desperate to sell his work, and even if his landscapes or flower pots are typical artist far, he is still searching for the perfect subject. One day, he encounters a sweet young girl (Jennifer Jones) underneath one of the classically built gazebos, and finds her a striking subject for his next painting. This captures the eyes of art gallery owners Ethel Barrymore and Cecil Kellaway and sends Cotten on a mystery to find out more about her. The cynical world of New York City is transferred into a romantic location as he discovers some truths that are heartbreakingly sad and might make you believe in the spirit world yourself.An artistic gem, "Portrait of Jennie" wraps you into its romantic arms the minute it begins with Cotten a likable young man who only needs a bit of influence to get his artistic integrity off the ground, and even if it is obvious that his muse is not real, it is obvious that he will be intrigued enough to pick up his brush and provide a truly great work of art. Everyone is outstanding in this tearjerker which briefly moves into a warped color for its final scenes where everything is wrapped up. Lillian Gish provides humble nobility as a nun who provides Cotten with many of his answers, and David Wayne is amusing as Cotten's cynical pal. Even in minor parts are such memorable supporting players as Florence Bates and Albert Sharpe, and in bit parts are some surprising walk-ons that you will fleetingly recognize and have to double-check to make sure that you were correct.A marvelous musical score and some haunting photography lend authenticity to the production directed by William Dieterle. This may not have laid to well with cynical audiences of the late 1940's, but is today considered one of the great fantasies and ghost stories of all times. You will find yourselves revisiting this portrait over and over again.

Portrait of Jennie (1949)An ambitious, multi-layered, visually inventive misfire. It's not bad, and the leading actors are good or even great, including the supporting players. But there is so much striving for profundity and a failure to reach it you can't really get into the more compelling basic plot of a pretty girl from the past appearing as a vision to a lonely painter in New York. The fantasy as the core is a wonderful idea that struggles to be truly fantastic.I'm a sucker for romantic films. I thought I this would sink me. At first I went along with the quotes about love and the voice-over intoning and the clouds swirling. But soon the production values begin to show a wobbly. I liked the scenes of New York on a canvas texture as if a black and white painting. Some city shots are photographic stills, however, and you can see the grain of the original clearly motionless, and the segues between techniques are sometimes a bit clumsy.Even so, you get absorbed in Joseph Cotten's character. He's great. He's subtle and likable and restrained. The Jennie is a real Jennie, Jennifer Jones, who starts off playing a 13 year old with a minimum of conviction, then a 16 year old, and so on into her early 20s, where she can then radiate and be her real self at her best. (She was 29 during filming and that year married the producer, David Selznick.) Cotten and Jones don't quite have on-screen chemistry, but there is a long section just beyond halfway where the two are together romantically that is lovingly filmed. The tight close-ups of their two heads at night, in a moving shift of poses, is really great stuff and you finally really feel for the two of them.Without giving too much more away, it's really the crux of the film that Cotten is stuck in the present and Jennie keeps appearing to him--and only him, it seems--from the past. He's confused by this but enchanted (she's a pretty woman and a nice kid both) and his painting career takes off. She is the more complex character in a way because she's vaguely aware something is wrong . I wish they had given more time to her psychology, because there is a lot there under the surface.I feel like a curmudgeon having doubts about such a romantic film. It is an influence, no doubt, on the similar (and similarly flawed) "Somewhere in Time," though in "Jennie" we have a problem they never address of how Jennie doesn't quite notice that the cars are decades newer than she remembered. Most of the time they spend in the park or in the artist's garret, to avoid that hitch. There is a final technical surprise near the end which I won't say much about except that it's thrilling all around, with tinting of whole sequences like some 1922 dramatic silent. (The cinematographer, Joseph August, used some silent era lenses for many scenes, and got an Oscar nomination for his efforts.) The scenes by the end are wild and beautiful, and if you have gotten into their relationship for real by that point you'll be really moved. Throw in some lightly bastardized Debussy, quite beautiful, and you have true drama.Director William Dieterle deserves both credit for making this as different and fresh as it is and some criticism for not pulling it together more smoothly. I think it's because of Selznick, who stuck his nose into the production many times, and kept the vitals shifting as they went. Five writers were used (it shows, especially in redundant recollections of the sad-eyed Jennie throughout). And shooting on location, a novelty in the 1940s, added expense and perhaps some larger than expected challenges. Oh, look for silent era star Lillian Gish briefly as the main nun, and Ethel Barrymore in a major secondary role. There is a lot here to like, but as a total film it's weirdly imperfect, feeling almost unfinished.