The Two Mrs. Carrolls (Warner Bros., 1947)
I found the scene when young Bea Carroll (Miss Carter) explains to her nutbag father (Old Man Bogart) why she doesn't feel as close to him as she does to her soon-to-be-murdered mother pretty touching. Alas, Little Ann Carter’s career was cut short by a bout with polio, which she contracted in her teens.
My Name is Julia Ross (Columbia, 1945)
I liked that Nina Foch didn't just accept that she was crazy when she woke up one morning among complete strangers who kept insisting that yes, she was married to that man over there shredding women's clothes with a pocket knife, his mother, and their servants, and not the new secretary hired the other day by the woman from the mysterious convenient agency, and that she clung to the knowledge that she had only just the day before been Julia Ross, recently estranged girlfriend of a charming jerk called Dennis who knocked her up then went off to marry somebody else.
A B-movie breath of fresh air, really, but one I don't really need to see again.