Channing Pomeroy’s review published on Letterboxd:
(NB. the ironic title)
A wet & wild romance in Scotland. Powell and Pressburger follow in the tracks of Dr Johnson and Boswell on their literary ramble in the 18th Century to a distant damp island. This screwball proto-RomCom from which a sea adventure breaks out, has it all: snappy dialogue, gorgeous scenery, rowboats, and falconry, and highland dancing, and lots of oil cloth outerwear, and curses on lairds, and rambling piles of castles, and legendary whirlpools, and an absurd phone box at the base of a waterfall. (“All my life I’ve loved the sound of running water,” being the first line of Michael Powell’s memoir.