Forgotten British Films...

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I Know Where I’m Going 1945 A slightly odd movie with wonderful scenery and a warm feeling to it. It holds excellent camera work from the director, writer and producers Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger and features Wendy Hiller in a quest to marry a rich business man on the Hebridean Island of Kiloran. She is stranded by fog on Mull and there meets Torquil the Laird of Kiloran played by Roger Livesey. She tries to reach Kiloran during a savage storm with the help of a young boatman whom she pays well. Torquil forces her to return to Mull and she begins to fall in love with his manner. Some pretty strong characters help the plot along, so it’s a film I often take out, dust off, and immerse myself in.

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