This David Lean romance seems to have been
swept under the carpet and yet it may be his most underrated
masterpiece, (it's infinitely preferable to such elephantine fare as
"Ryan's Daughter" and "Doctor Zhivago"). It marked the first time Lean
would abandon the studio for more exotic locations, (in this case, the
Swiss Alps), and seems designed as a vehicle for his wife, Ann Todd, who
is outstanding as the respectable English wife who dallies with an old
flame who happens to check into the room next door at the hotel she's
staying in while on holiday. He's Trevor Howard and it's as if this is
what might have happened in "Brief Encounter" had the lovers a bit
more chutzpah.
Howard, too, is superb, (he always was; he remains one of the most underrated of all the great actors), and Todd's husband is the consistently excellent Claude Rains at his very best. As a tale of a genteel marriage threatened by genteel adultery it's beautifully done and why it isn't more highly appreciated is something of a mystery. If, like me, you believe Lean to be one of the great directors then this is essential viewing.
Howard, too, is superb, (he always was; he remains one of the most underrated of all the great actors), and Todd's husband is the consistently excellent Claude Rains at his very best. As a tale of a genteel marriage threatened by genteel adultery it's beautifully done and why it isn't more highly appreciated is something of a mystery. If, like me, you believe Lean to be one of the great directors then this is essential viewing.
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