Most critics admire this film, and the warmth is consistent across nearly eighty years: the notices from 1946 and the reappraisals since 2000 land in almost the same place. The praise clusters on two things. Harold Russell, a non-professional who lost both hands in the war, is singled out by nearly every review as the film’s centre, his performance described as naturalistic and painful to watch. Gregg Toland’s deep-focus photography draws the second wave of admiration, several critics crediting its long takes with the film’s realism and emotional pull.
Reservations are few and mild. Time Out finds it overlong and not quite the film it sets out to be, though still a model of studio craftsmanship. The one outright dissent is The New Yorker’s 1946 notice, which finds the picture heavy and sodden despite good dialogue and a large budget. Otherwise the spread is narrow, with eight of nine reviews positive and none mixed.
