One of the problems with movies at this time that dealt with fatal illnesses in its protagonists is that they weren't allowed to die. A father feels so much sadness for his daughter (who is dying) that he hires a guy to marry her. Of course, after the guy goes through with it, he really does fall for her. She finds out, and, naturally, there are lots of questions. All of this would be interesting if everything wasn't solved by the sudden cure for the incurable disease. We can see the ending a mile away. Van Johnson and Dorothy Maguire do a good job, but the plot is so formulaic. It is typical of similar movies of the time.
Review of Invitation
