As part of July's celebration of Rosalind Russell as the Star of the Month on TCM, a rare and unusual movie was included in the mix. The little known film, The Guilt of Janet Ames (1947) interested me as a sample of Roz riding the slick Freudian wave that washed over movies for much of the forties and as an example of an attempt to make a smaller, independently conceived project that was a bit outside of the studio mainstream in post-war Hollywood, even though it was ultimately made under the Columbia Pictures banner. While commonplace today, Russell's initiative and efforts to keep her high-powered career aloft in this transitional period, resulting in this movie, as well as The Velvet Touch (1948) were imaginative choices by the multi-talented actress.
She didn't always stay above the psychoanalytical slickness in this movies, but the girl ought to get points for trying something new and challenging. I'd also give her my respect for playing that most difficult role for any actress who hopes to have a future: an unlikable character.