Oscar Wilde’s classic as filmed by Albert Lewin, one of Hollywood’s more enigmatic talents—a delirious romanticist with an aching 19th-century sensibility, he never found the images to match his soaring sentiments, and his films are curiously literal and leaden on the surface. This is one of his straightest, most responsible films (1945), and it’s a good movie, though I prefer the unbridled lunacy of Lewin’s later Pandora and the Flying Dutchman. With George Sanders, the Lewin actor par excellence, and Hurd Hatfield as Dorian, flashing a cold, toothy narcissism.