49 minutes in, that patented Lancaster facial transition that is so subtle you can miss it if you blink or look away. From anger to fear to apprehension to he's really thinking it over. It's in his best films and I love him for it. and that choke in his voice toward the end. What a beautiful, brilliant actor he was!

I loved those crazy camera angles when Fontaine was hallucinating. Terrific work.

I doubt a better matchup of saint of circumstance and pure beauty and innocence can be delivered!?!?! As a Burt Lancaster and Joan Fontaine fan, to see them in this marvelous and sublime tragedy together is to be floating as a feather, a feather with a warm and burgeoning smile that floats endlessly along, ever warmer, ever more proliferating, a feather tossed against hardnesses of wind and inanity, yet never is careened or jolted, but rather, aloft, as the first all consuming rush... that awe, which envelopes us in fortune and certainty when we see the one we shall always love, for the first time... The Love That Deepens in Every Breath, in, and out, in, and out, as our heart pounds, pounds as though it must be near them at once, pounds like a horse's hooves back kicking at it's stable doors, because it must exude, profusely and immediately it's love to this one, this eternal love, eternal beauty, this love spiralling and blazing that also wrenches down hard on our leaping heart, pangs at every fiber of our being down to our most corpuscular belief, alarming us logically at the ridiculousness of this love, indeed, every difference that will surface in time comes as one choking rag of ammonia, there just now, covering our minds completely... And That's When We Know isn't it . . . And when they are just as we, in their transfixed intoxicating glare, well, therein is the moment Yeats poemed, "ah, but love it is the crooked thing, for there's no one wise enough to know all that is in it, for he would be thinking of love till the stars had all fallen from the sky, and the shadows had eaten the moon... oh, brown penny, brown penny, brown penny, one cannot begin it too soon!" And the poet who spake, "oh, but I fear, you must leap before you look", in matters of the heart and love that is... And Emily ❤️ "The heart wants what it wants, or else it does not care." But Yes, Let's Us Yank The Magic Carpet Out From Under The Lesser Rendering Of Love, the foolish love, that becomes more of a concoction of our frail little human hearts than the great thing that is unadulterated love... Indeed. For If You Ever Knew Love In It's Unadulterated State It Would Shatter You, a great woman poet wrote, and isn't it so? But mind you this, if you think you can manage to maintain that unadulterated love, that is, the first time you and him were caught in "the gaze", without being crude, unfair, and even, not sure if you still love them, while they suffer, grovel, and beg you at your feet, well, not a more foolish, whitewashed, and tepid love could exist... For as the great Hafitz poemed, "true love my dear is having an ironclad grasp on the divine swollen balls of elephant and not having the good fortune to die" . . . The Buddha, Jesus, countless others such as Black Elk, Krishna, RUTH!, all found Utopia to be the greatest imbalance of all did they not? Well, it is that way with romantic love without question, for there is no greater love than forgiveness, yes, when you've gained greater speed in your selfishness, and the dry cracker without a drop to drink after, the only thing what makes the cracker delectable isn't it(?), which is your offering in due course, well that becomes even pitiful to you, your lover being so willing to be cheated, hahaha, is what we always think isn't it(?), that they are so needy, spongy, unable to be courageous, and on, but, oh yes, we don't look at the other half of it do we, that we didn't let them see the stranded island we were to drop them off at, as we smartly rowed them into our dead sea, our love at its quick end... Okay, that's it, that's the all of it no? No need to go on about one who would be so radiant and alive in the togetherness of a love, the wonderful interchanging sea kahlil said to allow our love to be, we don't feel the same, bah! we don't see who the real fool is, and the endless fall into an endless pit of suffering that will be our composition as we find other pastures... Sad thing is, they take us back promptly, they love us, hold us, assure us, take us in without question or reproach, but, we've swung so heavily on the pendulum we can't make that which became us naturally take hold again, we think, lol, and yes, selfishly, we want it back...! The Middle Way, those who have found each breath, each step, all love, henceforth to be at ease, in happiness, in love, in God, in togetherness, there's nothing they can do or say to promptly and easily place us in rhythm, for we believe there's been some kind of trouble, lol, hahahahaha, lol, all you gotta do is like spring does, "it comes bumbling down the hill like an idiot", lol, Edna Millay, but then, she was so right to say, "give me autumn, that's the real thing"... LOL, I wanna pour love into everything every second of every moment of the pendulum's swing...! This Movie is what magic is made of, if you're a lover, if you the courage to anguish, the abilities to writhe in loves romantic agonies, well, just remember, your love is a pirate ship, don't get all discomfortable about it or you'll miss the greatness of your great and wonderful rights, and your great and wonderful, and agregious wrongs, for they, for they mostly, make you capable of loving as an ocean does, as the magical lights in night do, as God does, as a child does, with their goofy, necessary, and great vacillations....lol, hahaha, this great movie, join me in its intoxicating throws, whimsy, now that's what love make ya do, woohoo! This great damn great movie, I'm in love with the dust mites even, I'm certain of it.... Ciao Amore, Sogni Dor'o...!

R639123.
Kiss the blood off my hands. By
Universal-Norma Productions, Inc.
(c) 16Nov48; L1961. Universal Pictures
(PWH) ; 9Jul76; R639123.