If you haven't cried at a movie for a long time, want to watch an actress age 60 years in an hour, and enjoy all-star productions, then by all means see. "The Blue Veil." Beyond these sentimental attractions, however, producers Jerry Wald and Norman Krasna have squeezed little else from a dull, pointless story.

Jane Wyman provides the tears, the blue veil, the old age, and part of the stardom. The movie opens with her giving birth to her child, continues through the death of her soldier-husband and baby, and climaxes in her decision to give up marriage and devote herself to the blue veil, the sign of a children's nurse.

Throughout the remainder of the picture, she takes care of one tot after another, always turning out perfect little ladies and gentlemen of whom she can be justly proud. Eventually they grow up, and reappear in a particularly tear-jerking scene to hand over their own children to her care.

Miss Wyman's acting is excellent, considering the poor role she was given. She carries her age well, or rather all her ages, which range from 20 to 80. The technical work of adding to her wrinkles year by year is also well-handled by the make-up men.

The other stars--Charles Laughton, Joan Blondell, Agnes Moorehead, Don Taylor, and Audrey Totter--perform their bit parts adequately and usually evoke additional pathos. But the only tears really worth shedding are for Wald and Krasna, who wasted so much talent on such an incredibly trite plot.