Like it? I find it engrossing and disturbing in equal
measure. It’s all so shatteringly familiar. I know the lines, the situations, the
highs and lows, the feeling of being pulled apart by irresistible forces, and
the sense of helplessness when faced with an impossible choice. But I saw it
through to the end with nods and grimaces aplenty.
There’s a scene in which Celia Johnson is sitting in a train
compartment looking out of the window into the darkness. Her face is reflected
in the glass, reminding me that whatever we see when we look in a mirror,
everybody else sees something different. Whether that fact is in any way relevant
to the point, I have no idea.
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