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					It's one of the great romantic movies of the celebrated English duo, Michael Powell and
Emeric Pressburger, who both wrote and directed it. "I Know Where I'm Going," was
released in 1947; but it's just not as well known as their "Red Shoes," or "Stairway to

This film stars the young, charm-to-burn Wendy Hiller,(MAJOR BARBARA.
PYGMALIAN) as Joan Webster, middle class young Englishwoman who knows exactly
where she's going: to the island of Killoran (mythical) off the island of Mull, in the
Scottish Hebrides: to marry Sir Robert Bellinger, her immensely wealthy boss. However,
the weather need not cooperate with her. Storms keep her stuck on Mull long enough to
meet and fall in love with Torquil McNeil, laird of the vicinity ( it's his island and house
that Bellinger has rented.) Mc Neil, played by Roger Livesey (erstwhile Colonel Blimp)
is a modest fellow, but pretty handy with the Gaelic poetry when it counts. The island of
Mull is enlivened by some sturdy supporting players: Pamela Brown, Finlay Currie, the
young singer Petula Clark as a girl in glasses. Finally, Hiller begins to panic as the rain
seems to be melting her plans, and her resolve. She insists on being ferried out to the
further island, risking her own life, and the lives of the laird and a young couple, as well.
But the weather will not allow her to leave Mull and it's ultimately too late.

The movie was filmed in black and white, and it's as beautifully shot as any Powell and
Pressburger ever made. Scotland's sometimes harsh landscapes look dreamy in the mists;
Hiller's train trip across the United Kingdom is a textbook example of flavorful economy.
The special effects boys do wonders with the tools then at hand to create the fierce ocean
whirlpool described in the local "legend of Corryvrecka." The film's probably a bit
sentimental in its portrayals of the happy villagers singing and dancing, and probably
accurate in its portrayal of a society still not far removed from the feudal: those villagers
sure do tug their forelocks when the laird hoves into view. Its musical score, featuring
that ancient Scottish song of the title, is quite lovely.

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