It may have been difficult to change over “Agnes of God” from a play into a motion picture under any conditions, since the inherent reality of film tosses the play’s vanities and inventions into sharp help. Discourses that appeared to be gorgeously dramatic in front of an audience appear, in screen close ups, to be. . . simply dramatic. However, that is only the start of this current film’s issues. It considers, or puts on a show to consider, probably the most essential inquiries of human profound quality and treats them on the level of “Nancy Drew and the Secret of the Old Convent.”
A dead child is found in a desolate religious circle, where the nuns lead a sequestered life and there are no men who could have been the father unless you number poor old Father Metineau, the nuns’ otherworldly guide, who has a drinking issue.