David Lean's most intimate and heartbreaking film. This was later remade in the 80s with Robert DeNiro and Meryl Streep and they called it Falling in Love but they never quite matched the greatness of this classic.
Lean is renowned for his epics, but it is the domestic scale of this middle England British film that shines in his portfolio. The conflicted love affair plays out with a similar tortuous suspense as 'In The Mood For Love'. A humane and solemn triumph.
David Lean's remarkably intimate portrait of a married woman whose brief encounter with a stranger becomes a short lived love affair is a work of heartbreaking restraint. Digs deep into the pain and heartache felt by its main character, creating an unforgettable portrait of middle class discontent in post-war Britain.
A film that reminds me I was born at least six decades too late. Further proof in the wake of Leans' later, fancier films that repression of thematic feelings, and film style and budget often produces great things.
Perfection. Moving and entertaining in all the very best ways. Impeccable from start to finish, the only problem is one single moment of near-self-parody in Coward's screenplay, otherwise this is as good as it gets.
Celia Johnson and Trevor Howard elicit candor and passion without the need of words, and yet Noel Coward's screenplay is very rich and arouses a huge deal of emotion. All that in the master hand of David Lean signifies a tender and intense romance, a battle inside a woman's heart, captured with the utmost capacity by all those genius and sensitive minds involved in it.