Except for a haunting version of the title song sung by Walter Huston, this is a trivial romance about two people who decide to run away for awhile among some lovely Italian settings before reality sets in and they realize they must return to their banal domestic lives at home.
All of this happens after a plane crash finds Joan Fontaine and Joseph Cotten presumed dead, therein giving them a new start on their unhappy lives.
With a more polished script and inspired direction, this might have been worth seeing. Fontaine and Cotten do their best to be sincere and charming, but none of it seems to matter when the predictable outcome looms like an elephant in the living room.
Fontaine's career was approaching its gradual decline when she found herself trapped in this sort of banality that required nothing more than her still fresh looks and simple charm.
Not much can be said for Jessica Tandy as Cotten's shrewish wife, nor Francoise Rosay, Robert Arthur and Jimmy Lydon in thankless supporting roles.
Summing up: Trivial, pallid romance.
All of this happens after a plane crash finds Joan Fontaine and Joseph Cotten presumed dead, therein giving them a new start on their unhappy lives.
With a more polished script and inspired direction, this might have been worth seeing. Fontaine and Cotten do their best to be sincere and charming, but none of it seems to matter when the predictable outcome looms like an elephant in the living room.
Fontaine's career was approaching its gradual decline when she found herself trapped in this sort of banality that required nothing more than her still fresh looks and simple charm.
Not much can be said for Jessica Tandy as Cotten's shrewish wife, nor Francoise Rosay, Robert Arthur and Jimmy Lydon in thankless supporting roles.
Summing up: Trivial, pallid romance.