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Submitted by Mark Fuller
I Know Where I'm Going
From: Reynold's Weekly
18 November 1945
I KNOW WHERE I'M GOING (Odeon), directed by Powell and Pressburger, has much to commend it, a certain freshness, bright dialogue, lovely scenery, clever effects, good acting.
That it does not rivet the attention more firmly is the fault of the too slight story, that of a girl, Wendy Hiller, who, journeying to a small Hebridean island to marry a wealthy magnate, becomes stormbound, nearly drowned, and finally jilts her magnate for the Scottish Laird (Roger Livesey).
Novelties include a clever way of introducing the heroine and the credits at the same time, a remarkable storm scene, highland revels, and Mr. Ramshaw, a magnificent golden eagle.
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