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Submitted by Mark Fuller

I Know Where I'm Going

By Elspeth Grant

From: Daily Sketch
16 November 1945

I was about to say that we have this week been suffering from a rush of British films to the screen - but suffering is not the word. It has been a pleasure to see that we can produce a film about our own islands, positively lyrical in its loveliness, and a modestly priced movie of genuine entertainment value, and a handsome slab of boloney that may well make Hollywood goggle, so much does it resemble, in its glossy incredibility, the genuwine Hollywood article. [The latter portion presumably refers to The Wicked Lady, also out this week]


     I KNOW WHERE I'M GOING (Odeon), written, produced and directed by Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger, is a picture - and a very beautiful one - of life in the Hebrides. It was shot mainly on the Isle of Mull, and gives a wonderfully vivid impression of wild, craggy scenery, fierce, tearing winds, heavy falling veils of mist and perilous seas and thundering whirlpools - of simple people, living frugally, of a nobility, austere, proud and tradition bound.

     The story is of an English girl (Wendy Hiller) who intends to marry for his money the wealthy English tenant of the tiny island of Kiloran (lovely name!). Storm-bound on Mull, she meets the poor man who owns the island, the true laird of Kiloran (Roger Livesey), and in the end decides to marry him - at which I am not surprised.

     I will not deny that I resented the intrusion of a stock film character - the idiotically obstinate miss for whom good men must risk their lives - into a film so otherwise fresh and fine. But I would forgive more than that for the sea sequences, the"ceilidh", and the excellence of the players, among whom Nancy Price, Pamela Brown, Finlay Currie, Margot Fitzsimons, Jean Cadell, and Captain C.W.R. Knight and "Mr. Ramshaw", his magnificent golden eagle, cannot pass unmentioned.

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