This is as style-for-style's-sake as P&P got and it's a beautiful, mangy beast indeed. These guys were world-makers and this is another fine one to pay a visit to. Be warned: I don't know what the christ accent Jennifer Jones is supposed to be putting on, but it does occasionally sting going down.
Florid melodrama almost as untamed as its heroine. On balance it falls between the penny romances of Gainsborough and the more introspective dourness of Emily Bronte. Not a failure, but a slither of a premise running riot all over the place. Saturated Technicolor doesn't help.
[Cinémathèque PT #333: 35 mm] (2006) There are films and there is CINEMA. This belongs (oh-boy does it belong!) to the latter category. For sure. Just that woman waltzing through a film set with cameras pointing at her makes the trip to the Cinematheque worthwhile. It's so free it's so pretty. It's so calm. It's such an hymn to life and to wondrous things.