This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
WHAT. I spend the whole movie yelling at these dumb film noir characters for doing their usual dumb film noir stuff, and then you give me that ending!? I feel cheated! (Relieved, yet cheated.)
To me, Cornel Wilde will always be Chopin and also the (French?) trapeze artist from The Greatest Show on Earth, so I'm surprised every time he plays some random American dude.
I kind of enjoyed this, but it was also stressful.
Monstera deliciosa sighting?
As luck would have it, I hadn't watched this one from the box set yet. Tyrone Power + cute little Irish-tinted movie for St. Patrick's Day. Perfect!
"Happiness is to be understood."
"Everyone needs to be in love. With someone or something. Life is boring otherwise."
"Fifteen lines? Most people only leave a dash between two dates."
I love this movie. And I get kind of misty-eyed just thinking about Vyacheslav Tikhonov; I have a lot of room in my heart for aloof, noble dreamers. (I will probably end up like that bitter literature teacher.)
