In the schedule of Cinema Zuid this was one of the films I had never heard of before. Looking at the ratings here, on RYM and on Letterboxd, the cinephile audience has too. Quite a shame as this may be the first film that criticises the American dream, more specifically the hardships one of the lower class experienced when trying to assimilate with those of the upper class.
At first I held no sympathy for the protagonist Stella as I found that the troubles she was creating were of her fault. At the midpoint of the film I had to accept that the screenwriter and maybe the author of the original novel, Olive Higgins Prouty, was of the mindset that people of certain classes cannot change their tastes or habits; this reminds me of Pierre Bourdieu's theory of class distinction, based on aesthetic taste and habitus. The film has a deterministic view on these acquired dispositions; Stella grew up in a poor family, therefore she will never understand the ways of the upper class. She can strive to meet the high standards of the upper class, but everything she tries (especially the way she dresses) comes out as kitsch for which she is laughed at by the people she wants to accept her.
When you accept this hypothesis (I found it quite hard as I saw Stella as a smart woman able to change), Stella becomes much easier to empathize with. In her mind upwards social mobility is everything and she will sacrifice everything to get it for her and her daughter.
Unfortunately, this progressive subject is the only interesting and strong point of the movie, the camera-work is fixed and theatrical, the acting is mediocre for all actors except Belle Bennett in the second half of the film. To conclude, it is a film that is more interesting than it is enjoyable.