I Know Where I'm Going
I haven't posted a top twenty list, but many of you probably know that, if I did, there would be few, if any, love stories on it (unless you count The Terminator
as a love story, which I do). Another that would probably make the list is Powell and Pressburger's I Know Where I'm Going
, which I watched again Saturday. Whenever this movie ends, I always want to start the DVD over from the very beginning, although I usually content myself with simply replaying key scenes, especially "the look" and "the kiss." There may be no single film that can cheer my soul they way this one can. I might grudgingly admit that The Red Shoes
is a better movie, but The Red Shoes
does not make me as sad as I Know Where I'm Going
makes me glad.
It's a simple enough story, with little doubt about the outcome -- a self-assured young woman on her way to marry her older, rich fiance, is waylaid by the forces of nature and, of course, meets someone else. But the elements are just beautiful. I love the fact that the leads (Wendy Hiller and Roger Livesey), while attractive, are not conventional beauties. Hiller and Livesey are remarkable. The growing attraction betwen them is wonderfully conveyed through subtle (by today's standards) physicality -- touching fingertips as they share a light for a cigarette, a casual brush of the shoulder, mere physical proximity, leaning into each other -- until we get the look Livesey gives Hiller at a party to celebrate the diamond anniversary of a local couple. There's also, of course, the much lauded Scottish landscape. And, as a fan of fairy tales and myths, the Gaelic mysticism (a "terrible strong curse" is a key element) is a big treat for me. I love this movie.