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Submitted by Mark Fuller
I Know Where I'm Going
From: Daily Herald
17 November 1945
Strange and therefore memorable, this tale of a girl who leaves the Midlands to marry a rich man, tenant of a Hebridean island.
For the first half-hour I found Michael Powell's direction feverish, until I realised it possessed that quality of dreamy unreality that real-life crises often have. From then on, I was fascinated.
Never has Scotland been so wonderfully filmed as on these misty shores (they even photograph a rainbow) with the bleak winds, rough seas and boiling whirlpool off Mull. What happens? Precious little. Bad weather prevents Miss Hiller crossing to the island; a naval officer (local laird) makes it ultimately unnecessary.
That's the plot. Atmosphere, literal and personal, is everything. Scottish psychology and values are cleverly caught; all characters avoid the obvious. Finlay Currie, luminous Pamela Brown, Jean Cadell and a dozen others are clear cut; we have Capt.C.W.R. Knight himself catching and taming golden eagles and playing a credble major; and the stars are refreshingly free from self-consciousness.
There is a little hokum about a castle and a curse - readily forgiven in such an enterprising film.
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