It was on, but I just didn't really get excited about it. It just never really got going, even during the bomb disposal scene near the end of the movie, and I'd say it takes an awful lot NOT to make a bomb disposal scene exciting/jumpy.

As if Powell and Pressburger watched The Lost Weekend and thought "If only this had more politicking."

Awfully stodgy--despite the occasionally nice verisimilitudinous touch (her secret smile to him at the dance club, for example). The whiskey & clocks montage was something else.

Good film.

Quite possibly the most claustrophobic film ever made. A wonderful performance from David Farrar.

Another fine Powell/Pressburger outing, employing their slightly skewed, always-a-bit-left-of-center filmmaking to a dark melange of melodrama and thriller. Like their best work, it always teeters just on the brink of absurdity, but bears the stamp of master filmmakers.

It's difficult to say anything about this movie. It's a solid character study/romantic drama with a dash of wartime thriller, no complaints about it at all but it's too restrained to be worthy of much attention. It's hard to imagine it being anyone's favorite film, or even their favorite Powell & Pressburger. The one moment that stands out is the clock/whiskey hallucination, which is either clever or silly depending on your mood.

Maybe less vivacious than the likes of A Matter and Life and Death and The Red Shoes, this is a more grave, quiet and sorrowful melodrama by P&P. David Ferrar is excellent as the grief-stricken protagonist, seeming awfully tired of the world and himself.