The Miracle of the Bells (1948)

If you don't faint from an overdose of saccharine, this film does have its moments.  Fred MacMurray plays a brash press-agent who have never had the nerve to confess his love for (Alida) Valli, whom he has met occasionally and whom he has guided to her first starring motion picture.  When she dies the day after shooting finishes, he fulfills his promise to her of taking her body back to her drab coal-mining hometown and arranging a funeral mass.  Producer Lee J. Cobb wants to scupper the release of her film and MacMurray looks for gimmicks to bring her to the public's attention, which includes the non-stop ringing for three days of the bells of the town's five churches.  When, during her funeral service, two statues move to face her coffin, a miracle may or may not have taken place, but the film's message is that hope and kindness are more important in our world than fact.  The presiding priest is played by a lightweight Frank Sinatra (before he learned to act ) -- all solemn seriousness.  The famous film critic James Agee wrote of this movie that he was founding a society for the prevention of cruelty to God -- but the movie really doesn't deserve this snipe.  I seem to recall that Sinatra had a hit record once upon a time of a song with this title, but it is not featured here.