Triangle, in which Dana Andrews and Henry Fonda fight it out for the love of Joan Crawford, is basically a shallow lending-library affair [based on the novel by Elizabeth Janeway], but it’s made to seem important by the magnetic trio’s slick-smart backgrounds – plus, of course, excellent direction, sophisticated dialog, solid supporting cast and other flashy production values.
Crawford, a fashion illustrator living in a glamorized Greenwich Village walkup, plays Andrews’ reluctant mistress. He’s a wealthy, ruthless attorney who refuses to give up his wife (Ruth Warrick) and two kids (Peggy Ann Garner and Connie Marshall) to make an honest woman of Crawford (in the title role). Fonda, an ex-soldier but somewhat less of a he-man than Andrews, comes along and talks her into marrying him and going to live in a Cape Cod hideaway. But Andrews doesn’t give up that easily.
There are some torrid love scenes, a violent sequence in which Crawford musses up Andrews when he tries to break up her marriage, and the several scenes in which the three get together for ‘civilized discussions’ of their affairs. Charles LeMaire’s wardrobe for Crawford, Warrick and Martha Stewart, playing Crawford’s girl friend, are knockouts.
Title role is a thesping plum, with the audience never knowing which guy Daisy is going to wind up with, and Crawford really makes the most of it.