For some strange reason my parents took me to see this when I was ten years old. I can’t say I understood it all but it left an indelible mark on me.
Looking at it now (and I’ve seen it many times since) I can’t ignore there are some moments of overacting and trite dialogue – and maybe the Law & Order section at the end drags a bit – but if this isn’t exhibit A on how cinema can be magic, well, I just don’t know what is.
It’s a big movie, but a very intimate one as well. And sad. Emotionally, this is closer to Lean’s Brief Encounter than, say, Lawrence of Arabia.
Any time I’ve been in a foreign country and I’ve seen indigenous people working for Whitey I’ve thought of this film.
Mrs. Moore!!!
