One Paragraph Movie Review: I Know Where I’m Going!

Two hundred and forty-sixth film: I Know Where I’m Going!, an odd 1945 wartime romance set between Manchester and the fictional Scottish island of Kiloran like every single other romance movie isn’t. I think whoever watches this film is supposed to feel like its main character Joan: at first befuddled and uncomfortable when suddenly immersed in an area you haven’t been before, and then growing to like it in spite of yourself. It’s got a pretty cool dream sequence, a castle with a curse attached, and a naturally-occurring whirlpool with a myth attached, but the main story is a pretty basic trope — that marrying for money isn’t as good as kissing someone you’re in love with. The movie’s bit of stuff on the side is a weird kind of tourism promo for the Scottish isles in bad weather, and how whatever doesn’t kill you only makes your hair frizzy. I liked it but didn’t love it, yet its peculiarity snuck its way into my brain-squiggles like bagpipes into a ceilidh. I hate it when that happens. Two and a bit trained eagles out of five.