Every artist has a witch, disembodied or very much bodied. And mine was Pamela Brown - Michael Powell

Every artist has a witch, disembodied or very much bodied. And mine was Pamela Brown - Michael Powell

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Film still, I Know Where I’m Going!, directed by Michael Powell  and Emeric Pressburger, 1945

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Film still, I Know Where I’m Going!, directed by Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger, 1945

dreampalace:

Day 23- A film you think is underrated

I Know Where I’m Going! It gets so overshadowed by the bold technicolour and fantastical plots of some of the other Powell and Pressburger films. I Know Where I’m Going! seems like a simple love story filmed in black and white, but of course being an Archer’s production it’s something more.

‘Despite’ being forced to film in ‘only’ black and white, and Powell and Pressburger still create some very clever scenes and sequences like the credits sequence, the boat scenes and Joan’s dreams on the train. Not to mention the utterly gorgeous shots of Scotland.

The script is so perfect that apparently it was used for years by one of the big American studios to show aspiring screenwriters how to do it properly.

Plus, I love to see Roger Livesey as the romantic hero, he’s so often a character actor - even when he’s playing the protagonist, as in Colonel Blimp. Here he’s legitimately swoonworthy in his navy uniform and with his (occassional) Scottish accent.

I kind of love that it’s so overlooked though, it fits well with story. Everything about the film is private, dignified and intimate; glimpses into the relationships of couples at the ceilidh; Rebecca’s emotional speach about the dances that used to be held at Oban, the poverty of Katrina and the others. Wild popularity wouldn’t suit it, it would be like exposing the secondary characters problems in the News of the World or something.

theshipthatflew:

Film still, I Know Where I’m Going!, directed by Michael Powell  and Emeric Pressburger, 1945

theshipthatflew:

Film still, I Know Where I’m Going!, directed by Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger, 1945

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Film still, I Know Where I’m Going!, directed by Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger, 1945

theshipthatflew:

Film still, I Know Where I’m Going!, directed by Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger, 1945

A great romance that helped to create the sturdy template that modern movies have repeatedly bastardized and trivialized, I Know Where I’m Going! has, 63 years after its release, the capacity to thrill a modern audience jaded by overexposure to the likes of Kate Hudson and Matthew McConnaughey. Hiller and Livesey (fast emerging as one of my favorite screen presences, despite his superficial resemblance to Craig Kilborn) bring blithe good humor and layers of meaning to the simplest gestures— like the exchange of a cigarette or a glance across a crowded dinner table— that would likely drive most actors into fits of envy. And directors Powell and Pressburger create for them a landscape charged with historical and emotional resonance that is fully worthy to frame and reflect the earthbound, yet splendidly flushed power of their story.

I know where I’m Going (Michael Powell/Emeric Pressburger, 1945) - Moy Castle, Mull

This is the curse of Catriona MacLaine of Erraig. My curse on MacNeil of Kiloran and every MacNeil after him. If he shall ever cross the treshold of Moy, never shall he         leave it a free man. He shall be chained to a woman to the end  of         his days and he shall die in his chains.

I know where I’m Going (Michael Powell/Emeric Pressburger, 1945) - Moy Castle, Mull

This is the curse of Catriona MacLaine of Erraig. My curse on MacNeil of Kiloran and every MacNeil after him. If he shall ever cross the treshold of Moy, never shall he leave it a free man. He shall be chained to a woman to the end of his days and he shall die in his chains.