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Submitted by Mark Fuller
I Know Where I'm Going
From: Daily Telegraph
19 November 1945
The British I KNOW WHERE I'M GOING (Odeon) has a certain pictorial beauty, but it is mainly pictorial. This Michael Powell-Emeric Pressburger production tells a fundamentally novelettish story against the superb background of the Western Isles.
It begins, like COLONEL BLIMP, on a high-pitched strident note which I found disconcerting, despite one or two agreeable touches of humour. An ambitious young woman (Wendy Hiller) is to marry a middle-aged millionaire on the island he has rented from the laird (Roger Livesey); but a storm prevents her crossing. Henceforth it is a triangle story in which elderly moneybags has no chance whatever against romantic youth.
The climax - the girl's rash attempt to cross in a storm - is brilliantly handled , and there is a sketch of an eccentric falconer by Capt. C.R.W. Knight - the only man in the world who ever tamed a golden eagle - which is worth going a long way to see. Capt. Knight's delightfully robust personality is an asset that British producers have strangely overlooked.
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