ThiefHott Too much of everything

Limerculer A waste of 90 minutes of my life

AshUnow This is a small, humorous movie in some ways, but it has a huge heart. What a nice experience.

Deanna There are moments in this movie where the great movie it could've been peek out... They're fleeting, here, but they're worth savoring, and they happen often enough to make it worth your while.

climbingivy I watched this movie a few months ago for the first time on a streaming website.I had never heard of this movie and I loved it."I Know Where I'm Going" is a treat for fans of the early British "Rank-The Archers" studio movies.For example "The Red Shoes" and "Scott of The Antarctic".Wendy Hiller and Roger Livesey were interesting actors to play the two roles of Torquil and Joan who meet and develop a strong bond of friendship and then love.Wendy Hiller is an actress who has an earthy beauty,not the classic beauty like Vivien Leigh,but a refreshing wind in your face beauty.I believe that fact made her believable in her respective part.I had never heard of Roger Livesey until I saw this movie.I was fascinated with him.He has a classic British face and I thought he was quite handsome in a British sort of way.In the beginning scenes of the movie Joan was on a night train to Scotland and she was dreaming.A Tartan plaid pattern was used to incorporate the scenery of hills and the land in her dream while she was sleeping.I found that scene to be most clever and enjoyable.I had never seen a movie like this one before,and I was delighted with every moment.I liked the way the relationship developed slowly between Torquil and Joan.The way movies were made in earlier times was quite nice because the male and the female in a story don't disrobe and have sex against the wall as soon as they meet.The actress Pamela Brown who played Catriona was drop dead gorgeous!The music and the dance sequences were beautifully done.I loved the part where Joan was on a ladder watching the party and listening to the music and she looks down at Torquil and he translates for her a poem or some such thing,and he says to Joan "You're the only maiden for me",and gives Joan a steady intense look.Joan then lowered her eyes because she knew that what Torquil said was true.That is when Joan knew for sure that she was Torquil's girl and his alone.Talk about romance to make you swoon.The dialogue was intelligent and the movie was beautifully filmed partially on location.The whirlpool boat scenes were amazing for 1945.I read that Roger Livesey filmed all of his parts in a studio because he was doing a play in London or something like that.They used a double for some of his shots.If you have not seen this movie and you like romance and beautiful Scotland and its culture,you should see this one!

accidentaldays Have you ever fallen in love with a movie? In love with a film that speaks to your heart and your sense of whimsy? I have tried to recall what led me to this movie, to no avail. But, ohhh, I am so glad this movie came into my life. Because I have waited for such a movie all my life. It's a simple story: A youngish woman travels far from home to marry a rich man. But choppy waters delay her trip from the mainland to her intended's island. It's the atmosphere that makes it somewhat like a fairytale. Gaelic is spoken here and there. The fog moves in and out. The winds stir up the water and the grasses and trees. You can here the "seels" baying nearby. At a ceilidh, folk music is sung and two young lovers reconnect. In a mansion nearby, new money meets old money and the new money is looked down upon in subtle ways. I guess it was the fog that shrouds the landscape. It obscures the romantic tendencies in almost every character. Sometimes emotions erupt, as when a young girl pleads for a boat journey to be aborted so her lover won't die. So many things to watch for in this movie. Roger Livesey is at his best as the correct and courteous Torquil MacNeil, the master of the island he is renting out to Wendy Hiller's "rich man." As Joan Webster, Hiller, is an upward climber. The old money knows this and she resents it. The class undercurrents are numerous. I fell in love with this movie, perhaps, as the dock. When somber music wafts and fog shrouds the bay and the seafarers retreat to their homes, leaving Joan alone on the dock. When the wind snatches her itinerary into the water, its symbolism is not overdone. Perhaps that is what I like about this movie. Nothing much is overdone. People speak like people. Well, Gaelic people. And the upper crust is as much at home with the lower crust. And outsiders have to earn their way into that society. Poor Joan, she can't see that right away. I fell in love with this movie. I think, if you give it a chance, you will too.

edwagreen The plot and entire story can be summed up in about 10 minutes. This is so highly predictable. As Joan, the future Dame Wendy Hiller, appeared too old in 1945 to tackle the part of a young adventuress, who from early childhood knew where she was going, or at least she thought so. Her screen companion in this unbelievably dull film is Roger Livesey. He sounds like he has hot potatoes in his mouth, and his voice resembles Nigel Bruce, foil to Basil Rathbone in the "Sherlock Holmes" films.You know that the constant rough winds will not allow Joan and her fiancée to meet, and you know where this is going. Livesey, as a lieutenant, falling for her.Everyone keeps mentioning Kilcoran. You have no idea where this is and what they're talking about. True love is discovered on the high seas.The supporting characters in this disappointing film are very boring as well. While it is true that money isn't everything, neither is this picture worth the money or anything.

Topgallant Here's a film I would have never ventured to watch had I not come across it by accident on Turner Classic Movies. This woman, Joan Webster, played by Wendy Hiller, is off to Scotland to marry some guy she obviously doesn't know too well. We know this ourselves because she has dinner with her father the night before she's scheduled to leave for the Hebrides. Her father tries to tell her to slow down and think about it but she: "KNOWS WHERE SHE'S GOING." (She doesn't scream it, as implied by the caps. But she might as well have. The setup is movie perfection.) Joan has these directions to the island on which this guy has planned to marry her. She has to take the train from London to East Bumshoe, then another train from Bumshoe to Overloafen, a bus from Overloafen to Pudgydubby, a cab from Pudgyduddy to Shaddycrack, the ferry from there to some other weirdly named town, then the water taxi to yet another Scottish backwater, and finally a private skiff to the island. Unfortunately, when she gets there, it's thick of fog. Swirling, smoky, impenetrable fog. Fog like you won't believe, unless you live in Scotland or Great Britain or Maine, like I do. Or you own a Hollywood fog machine, or work in a Russian spa, or live next door to Sherlock Holmes. You get the point. So she can't get to the island. She has to stay at someone's house with a bunch of other people who are similarly stuck. At this point, we're only about five minutes into the film, which is just more of this movie's magic, because it's here she's dealt the classic "Call to Adventure" of the hero's journey. She meets a man, and not the one she's supposed to marry. The man is Torquil Macneil, played by Roger Livesey; he wears a kilt and speaks in a heavy Scottish brogue, and although he's not exactly the most handsome leading man you ever saw, he does wear a kilt and speak in a heavy Scottish brogue, which makes him, apparently, very hot. Don't get me wrong, he's always the perfect gentleman. It's 1945 for God's sake. Later that day, feeling rather threatened by this charming kilt-wearing Scotsman, she tries once again to get the boat to the island. She's told it's way to foggy but as soon as the wind comes around northwest, the fog will lift and they'll be able to go. That night, Joan, while lying in her bed at the Inn, prays for wind from the northwest. In the morning Joan wakes to find her prayers answered. The fog has cleared. Unfortunately, it's because of a full blown northwest gale, which ends up sticking around for more than a week. She never makes it to the island. This special gem of a movie is the product of one of the most creative collaborations in movie history, that of Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger. They had a gift for storytelling that is almost gone. Very often when you see a film today you're struck by inconsistencies, failures of logic, plot holes, gimmicks, etc. Or you're faced with a movie that just doesn't come together. Not the case with Powell and Pressburger films. Their movies have perfect structure; they engage you, keep moving toward a goal and wrap up all neat and tidy. If you ever see this one on the video rental shelf, grab it and take it home. I guarantee you won't be disappointed, especially if you're trying to score some points in the romance game.