Well, this pressed pretty much all the right buttons for me — I was under such a swooning spell while watching it that I was a little dismayed to find it wasn't all that highly regarded.
Whatever; I'm fine just having this for me. I was swept up from the very first, dreamy waltz memory — and only more so when it gets immediately, hilariously undercut by Joseph Cotten's much more down-to-earth recollection.
There are a few things to quibble with, and one of them — the 'guilt' Merle Oberon's character feels for her 'sin' in the third act, and how it never really seems believable, particularly since whatever 'sin' there was seems to have been thoroughly obscured by the Hayes Code — is big enough to regard as a serious problem. But I'm so completely on board for the rest of it that it scarcely matters.
I love this movie.