I saw this film in Beirut in 1964 or 1965. I went with my sister and my best friend, Bea Brand, who was the daughter of the Consul General of South Africa in Lebanon. We were all around 17-18 years old at the time.
I still remember how sad and heart-breaking the film was. My South African friend was furious that such a film was being shown and was raving and ranting, saying that she was going to report it to her father who "should do something about taking it out of the theater at once." She couldn't swallow the fact that a white woman could marry a black man.
My sister and I tried to explain to her that this was Lebanon and that these issues don't exist here, and that it was just a movie.
I haven't seen the film since then, neither have I seen my friend, Bea, as she and her family left Lebanon, but I will never forget how I felt at the end of the film. Films like this one stay with the viewer forever...and South Africa has come a long way since 1965.
I still remember how sad and heart-breaking the film was. My South African friend was furious that such a film was being shown and was raving and ranting, saying that she was going to report it to her father who "should do something about taking it out of the theater at once." She couldn't swallow the fact that a white woman could marry a black man.
My sister and I tried to explain to her that this was Lebanon and that these issues don't exist here, and that it was just a movie.
I haven't seen the film since then, neither have I seen my friend, Bea, as she and her family left Lebanon, but I will never forget how I felt at the end of the film. Films like this one stay with the viewer forever...and South Africa has come a long way since 1965.