Víctima de sus deseos

Whilst on assignment in a very 1950s-looking WW2 London, a plastic-haired US ace-journo' (Turner) and an impossibly baby-faced Cornish ace-journo' (Connery) are lost in the throws of a torrid affair, despite the disapproval of colleagues (stiff-upper-lip Longdon, laconic James). However, even as declarations of undying love are uttered, dark clouds loom in the form of Turner's newspaper boss and erstwhile lover Sullivan, and Connery's shock disclosure that he has a wife and child tucked away in his native Cornish village. When Connery is killed in a plane crash, a devastated Turner makes a pilgrimage to his native Cornwall where her path crosses that of his wife and child...

Risible weepy, serving as a star vehicle for Lana and an early showcase for the handsome young Connery, both of whom fail miserably to convince. Turner seems to possess only three facial expressions, even when trying to stay upright in her stilettos as she totters round 'St. Giles' (actually Polperro) - witness her horribly 2-D efforts to comfort Martin Stephens after his nightmare. Meanwhile Connery's description of his Cornish fishing village birthplace is delivered in such a rich Edinburgh brogue as to be quite giggle-some.

So often the case with British cinema of the 40s and 50s, it's the support players who steal the show - Glynis Johns' is a beautifully judged and modulated depiction of a woman recovering from grief. Her resolute kindness, generosity and warmth make her reaction to the final reel revelations all the more believable. Sid James shines as a world-weary American journalist trying to juggle loyalties, and Stephens' post-nightmare scene is desperately convincing.

Sadly however, excellent support playing, and beautiful location shooting are just not enough to save this overwrought turkey.

In 1945, while in a temporary assignment in London, the "The New York Standard" journalist Sara Scott (Lana Turner) has a torrid love affair with the reporter of BBC Mark Trevor (Sean Connery) and she falls in love for him. Just before the end of the war, they cover a sapper disassembling a bomb and Sara is informed that her boss and fiancé Carter Reynolds (Barry Sullivan) is coming to London to meet her. When she tells the news to Mark, he surprisingly discloses to her after three months of relationship that he is married and has a son in St. Giles, Cornwall, and he loves and will stay with his family. Mark leaves Sara and travels to Paris with his assistant Alan Thompson (Terence Longdon), but the plane crashes and he dies. The grieving Sara has a nervous breakdown and is interned in the Headway Nursing Home for treatment. Six weeks later, Carter buys a ship trip to her from Plymouth to New York; however, Sara decides to visit St. Giles by train before returning to her country. When she meets Mark's wife Kay Trevor (Glynis Johns) and his son Brian (Martin Stephens), she is invited by Kay to stay with them until the next morning. During the night, Sara has a crisis, faints and Kay invites her to stay at her home during for recovering.

The silly "Another Time, Another Place" is an unconvincing romance, with a laughable screenplay. The story begins without a previous development of characters, but sooner the viewer understands that Sara is an experienced American correspondent that writes a column for her newspaper and is engaged of her boss. Mark is a married man that broadcasts news about the war and is having an affair with Sara, and disapproved by his friend and assistant Alan. When Sara tells that her fiancé is coming to London, Mark decides to end his affair since he loves his family. This revelation, associated to the shock of the death of Mark lead Sara to a breakdown. Up to this point, the story is convincing and I have no remarks. However, the decision of Sara to travel to St. Giles is the beginning of an unthinkable attitude of an experienced woman living overseas. The rest of this forgettable movie is pure crap with a corny conclusion, despite the good performance of Glynis Johns and the magnificent locations in Cornwall. My vote is four.

Title (Brazil): "Vítima de uma Paixão" ("Victim of a Passion")

It's a wartime story, although it was released in 1958! Starring... and produced by lana turner! A young sean connery, in an early role, before his james bond films. Glynis johns. When sara and mark meet, it was a quick, war-time romance. They were sure it was going to last forever, but for many reasons, it was not to be! How will they deal with everything that comes their way? It's pretty good! This was way after lana did postman. Lana turner's actual love life was even more complicated... check it out on wikipedia dot org. And connery would win his oscar for the untouchables thirty years after this film. Turner was oscar nominated for peyton place, which had just been released the year before.

I found myself 'fast-forwarding' thru the last half hour. The script missed some great chances at early character development, which left the 'talent' struggling to pull this movie together. Their characters lacked depth and motivation in the later going, and the 96 minutes seemed much longer.

I had heard a lot about this film. I like Lana Turner and I have always thought that Glynis Johns is one of the loveliest British actresses who ever went to Hollywood - our loss, their gain. She seemed to steal every scene that she was in.

I thought this was just going to be another love story with a wartime background, but it was more than that. It turned out to be a very touching and human story.

The scenes of Cornwall were beautiful. It would have been great in colour, and the film had the loveliest ending that I have ever seen in any film of this genre.

Lana Turner never won an Oscar, but I am surprised that she was not, at least, nominated for an Academy Award for this picture. She was always good at playing this sort of role, lighting up the screen as her performance developed.

I am not usually a fan of love stories, but there was just something about this film that made me keep watching it. I do not know what it was. Maybe it was just Lana Turner's performance and the beautiful scenes of Cornwall. I have recorded it on Talking Pictures. I might even watch it again.

I have also enjoyed watching Sean Connery in one of his early roles. He is always good, no matter what film he is in. However, I should imagine that British audiences must have sat in the cinema wondering how a Scotsman could have been born in Cornwall.