Really? No, really?

Alright, I suppose that with every film I watch from an earlier era, there are some things that have to be taken with a grain of salt. For example, when we watched "Sullivan's Travels" earlier this year, I had to remind myself that certain things were funny then that aren't now -- like an African American's face covered in vanilla -- hilarious in the fifties, fairly racist by todays standards. And it was with that mentality that I went into "A Place in the Sun" with. Unfortunately, I am sad to say, my understanding can only go so far before I begin to judge something exponentially harsher and harsher.
Distraught that you are pregnant? Ok, I can get that, people react the same way today. Being abandoned by your baby daddy? Ok, I see where you're coming from - that frankly sucks, and that guy is a jerk - no question. Breaking out into tears and throwing yourself against a door because a business is closed on a national holiday? No, I'm not going to get behind that one. Seriously, what the hell girl? I suppose there are considerations to be made because it is a melodrama and the "Great American Tragedy," but come on, this movie is perpetually over the top.
There is a disgusting amount of foreshadowing. "I don't like bathing suits, I can't swim." "Oh no, we're so far out the man is going to think we've drowned." "A woman drowned in this very lake, the man was never seen again." etc etc -- I think we get the point: he is going to drown her. The movie reads as if the audience was either to simple to understand the concept of framing a plot and foreshadowing (where you have something at the start come back near the end), or it was deliberately done this way to please a target audience.
Who that audience is, I have no idea -- I assure you, it wasn't me.