Amazon.co.uk Review
Having seen this 1945 Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger movie, Martin Scorcese (like Coppola, a huge fan of the duo) declared that after this, there were no more classics to be made in cinema.
I Know Where I'm Going tells the story of Wendy Hiller's unromantic but determined young bride-to-be Joan Webster, setting forth to the Isle Of Mull to marry an elderly millionaire. However, on reaching Kiloran she's prevented by adverse weather from reaching the island and must bunk down in a hotel with naval lieutenant and, it transpires, penniless Laird Torquil McNeil (Roger Livesey). It's not hard to predict the outcome of this saga but getting there is a wonderful journey. Hiller, more famous for playing less pretty elders in later life in the likes of
Murder On The Orient Express, is splendid as the softening pragmatist, while Livesey, frequently used by Powell/Pressburger, again embodies a combination of British no-nonsense decency and romanticism. The strongest, most magical presence in the movie, even in black and white, is that of the Scottish scenery, beautiful and volatile and somehow serving to aid and abet the happy ending. --
David Stubbs
Synopsis
An eloquent tribute to the mystery of the British landscape. Joan has known what she wants since early childhood. Now she's about to marry a millionaire, but a storm strands her on a Hebridean island and the forces of nature conspire to change her mind.