Captures that elemental quality of the air which envelopes two people caught in the pas de deux of love.
Joan Greenwood! I am smitten with her spritely performance, the tittering tendencies of her voice, her salty squeaky tenor, lulling punctuation, flibbertigibbet movements and flights of quixotic fancy. Words like "whisky" and "ohhh!" unspool from her lips like light-filtered honey that somehow makes one's heart contract with bright laughter.
A smart chirpy comedy of domestic concerns with a deft screenplay by Anne Burnaby. If only more women could easily shed real life for slinky copper dresses for dinner at the Savoy. Most pleasantly reminded of Clive Brook's light romantic forgotten farce, On Approval.
A deep exploration of the control men exert over women through the false perception of love, as well as the risks at stake in overlooking the reality of a love object. So many ideas are at work in I've Always Loved You that have seeds rooted in earlier Borzage pictures: the spiritual destiny and communication between two people, the limits of love tested by extreme circumstance, the price of admittance to the mausoleum of each soul.
Or as Luc Moullet…
A hugely important film. Ida Lupino's unflinching resolve is so portentously palpable, I can almost feel her jaw locked, eyes set and dark-edged. The taut restraint in Outrage is searingly unbearable at times, heady with a destructive formal elegance. I had to remind myself to breathe. Mala Powers is astounding; made real by her stifled sobs, glinting streaks of silver tears, her public attempts to cloak her grief by throwing up her hands to shield her face. And with the…