Quand vient l'hiver

This movie, wonderfully performed, touches some deep aspect of human life under stress. The combination of war and love affairs is not new. Neither it is the attraction between a mature man and a young girl. However, the spectators must be mislead if they follow that path. Why the movie is about trusting, at different levels: husband and wife, lovers, mature and young, at home, at work, at the pub. There is also a political involvement: the voice of the people, which has two sides. Love can be lost, honor will not. This motto is crucial.The war is an ominous backstage, never shown. Walter Pidgeon makes an extraordinary performance, the rest of the cast does not lag behind. The final scene is simply convincing: as it has to be. Appreciating it requires some insight, undoubtedly.

As mentioned in another review this film admittedly appears flat in the beginning, but develops rapidly into a well-blended story about true love, charity, and the foibles of human misunderstanding and communication akin to those so eloquently portrayed in the American film 'Peyton Place.' Both films are set in small, idyllic towns as well, with this one in England, and both films show the ongoing impact of WWII loses of native sons on their respective communities.

The addition of three extremely accomplished actresses in the initial flash of their stardom -- Angela Lansbury, Deborah Kerr, and Janet Leigh -- makes this film evermore an enjoyable watch.

Set in a small English town just before the beginning of WW2, the story follows the trials and tribulations of Mark Sabre (Walter Pidgeon), a good, decent man married to the shrewish Mabel (Angela Lansbury). He's secretly in love with the also-married Nona Tybar (Deborah Kerr), but both are hesitant to make a move forward. When the war breaks out, Mark discovers that young Effie Bright (Janet Leigh) is pregnant, and the father is a mystery that she won't divulge. Forced out onto the streets by her religious father, Mark agrees to take Effie into his home, much to the rage of Mabel, and the condemnation of his fellow townsfolk.

The overstuffed script reveals the material's literary roots, with perhaps one or two too many minor characters for the 90+ minute running time. I get the feeling this was supposed to be a an Oscar contender for Walter Pidgeon, but he's not quite up to challenge, faltering in the film's last act with some amateurish acting. 19-year-old Janet Leigh, in only her second film, seems to have had trouble with her British accent as much of her dialogue is noticeably looped. Poor Angela Lansbury was only 22, and she auditioned for the role Leigh got, but was instead cast as the disagreeable wife of 50-year-old Pidgeon. Kerr often seems like an afterthought, a victim of the script trying to do too much. The clash of old morals mixed with small-minded people and small-town gossip would make this a good addition to a triple bill including My Reputation and Cass Timberlane.

This MGM film from 1947 was based on a fine book from the 1920s set in the World War One era. That book, and the silent film originally made from it (which I think is lost) were extremely popular in their day, though largely forgotten now.

The story, with spiritual-religious overtones, is about Mark Sabre, a man who is truly doing his best to live according to his principles.

It's set in a small English village, where, despite being misunderstood and even persecuted for his humanitarian actions, Sabre carries on according to his values. In the course of events, he loses his job, marriage, even his health, but refuses to surrender or lose his soul, as it were.

The updating of the story from one war to another (World War Two) seems rather arbitrary. It should work, but the whole thing had more validity in the earlier period. I'm not sure why.

There's also something slightly off about the tone of the production. There's not enough subtlety, especially in the rather heavy-handed direction (Victor Saville). Some of the supporting characters aren't very well rounded - especially when they're the less likable ones. Angela Lansbury as Sabre's wife and Reginald Owen as his boss fall into this category. They're almost hissable villains, at times.

Deborah Kerr and Janet Leigh, on the other hand, come across better as more likeable and principled people in Sabre's life.

Walter Pidgeon is meant to carry the film, more or less (Kerr, the leading lady - though excellent - has less screen time). As an actor, Pidgeon is, as always, good, but still not in the category of a Ronald Colman or a Robert Donat. He's also too old for the part, and (though it's not that important), not actually English.

Nonetheless, it's a compelling story, and, while the film is no masterpiece, the basic plot and premise of the original novel carry it along and hold the interest.

This was sort of two movies in one. It started out with Angela Lansbury as a self-centered woman who was fearful that her husband (Walter Pidgeon) would be drawn back to his old flame. Lansbury was quite good as the wife who had an interesting approach to this situation. But later, the movie turned into a story about a young woman (Janet Leigh, doing a good British accent), who turns to Pidgeon for help and inadvertently causes a host of problems for him. Deborah Kerr is also good as Pidgeon's old girlfriend, but even with the good cast, the movie overall is little more than a confused soap opera, and the ending doesn't make much sense. Not one I'd recommend, unless you're a particular fan of anybody in the cast.