The review

A young writer, kept by a wealthy woman, lives downstairs from a young woman who is kept by several men and calls it freedom. The cat, the fire escape, and the window of a jewelry store are the images the culture kept. I will name the other image. A neighbor is played as a screaming stereotype of a Japanese man, by a white comedian, for laughs. It is not a small blemish on a sweet film. It is a humiliation the studio put in the middle of the romance and expected the audience to enjoy.

The romance itself is a style in search of a life. She does not want to be owned, and that want is the true sentence. The film cannot leave it as a sentence. It turns it into a look. Leave it off a girl's education in what freedom is. If adults watch it as the artifact it is, say the caricature out loud before you mention the dress. The dress is what the decade kept. The caricature is what it would rather you call a product of its time and skip. Do not skip it. Skipping it is how the dress gets a clean reputation it did not earn.