When I was a child, my mother said to me, "If you become a soldier, you will become a general. If you become a monk, then you will end up as Pope." Instead, I became a painter, and wound up as Picasso.
Synopsis: On advice of her psychiatrist the fashion editor of a slick Manhattan magazine quits her job and moves into a smaller flat under a new identity. She becomes interested in painting and a handsome neighbor before an ex-suitor implicates her in a murder.
Reaction: A bit on the melodrama side, but normal for the era and not bad.
