So let's just say that she finally found someone and leave it at that.
I should have left it at that, Timothy. But I had to watch this. But not to see the ending. I was far more curious as to why anyone would make such a movie.
In the end, I guess they were just fascinated with Freudian psychology. This is a horrible movie, start to finish, dressed up by the presence of James Mason. And that’s all it has. I hope he collected a big paycheck for this.
Lom actually does a good job playing the German Freudian psychoanalyst. You can see that he’s a fine actor. But he’ll always be Chief Inspector Dreyfus to most of us.
Timothy, if you know the Vulcan technique for mind-meld forgetting (from Requiem for Methuselah), could you shoot me a little of that?
Just as a challenge, let me see if I can sum up this movie: Girl orphaned. Confirmed bachelor and distant cousin James Mason somewhat reluctantly accepts guardianship. They have nothing in common but love for music. He coaches her on the piano and eventually pays for her to go to music college. Girl traumatized by peanut butter sandwich landing peanut-side down. (Not really, but it would make as much sense…and actually, I don’t remember what sent her into a tizzy.)
Chief Inspector Dreyfus called in. Charges a lot for quack theories. Girl gets better. Chooses James Mason for her husband. The end.
If I left something out, I don’t care. There really is no point to this movie. “Forget.”
What was I saying?