I Know Where I'm Going!
1945
Director: Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger
Starring: Wendy Hiller, Roger Livesey
Sometimes it happens – you fall totally and completely in love. You weren’t expecting it. You weren’t prepared for it. You certainly didn’t plan on it happening, but before you know it, you’re over the moon, and joy and elation abound. Sometimes it’s hard to tell why – you can’t really say why you fell so much in love – but does logic every really apply to grand passion?
Am I speaking of the plot of the romantic drama I Know Where I’m Going?
Nope.
I’m talking about how I feel about this film.
Joan (Hiller) knows where she’s going. She’s going to a remote Hebridean island to marry her very much older and very much richer fiancé (a character who, coincidentally, is never seen on screen). Along the way she meets dashing but penniless Torquil MacNeil (Livesey) – which, by the way, is perhaps the single best name for a hero ever – who is the laird of the island in question. Joan’s determination to marry rich starts to waiver as Torquil, who is immediately taken with Joan, begins pursuing her.
Torquil is desperately trying to woo Joan, and finds that ladders help.
