There are the ingredients here of a thoughtful movie—as it stands, though, they rattle around in an unholy clutter. Helen Mirren does okay, and with Powell trying to nail a tone or tempo and James Mason periodically remembering he's supposed to do an Australian accent, it's one of those reminders that being masters is a hard burden to bear. Act now, and we'll throw in cinema's perviest end credits song.
>>> Comme à son habitude, James Mason est parfait, capable d'investir tous les rôles, même dans les productions les plus discutables. Et les formes généreuses et débordantes de la sémillante Cora alias Helen Mirren, en sirène et naïade de la Barrière de corail, sauront charmer, même les plus âpres contempteurs de cette production. www.cinefiches.com
A great terrible movie. You get the idea that Powell got exactly what he wanted and paid no mind to anything else. The characters are unique, the writing is forgetable and the images are colorfully sexual. Two of the best dog characters ever written... Reminds me of Hemingway
One of Powell's later efforts, and not quite on the level of his earlier masterpieces, but his sharp cinematic sense is still in top form and the easygoing pacing is kept compelling by the beautiful location photography and well-drawn characters (including some fine comic relief by Jack MacGowran). The music is dated, and the ending not too satisfying, but a minor classic.