It's not often I see a film that I get tearful just remembering, but that's "My Sailor, My Love". Doesn't really hit you till the last 10 minutes but boy, will you need a box of Kleenex then. I can't remember such emotional honesty or truthfulness in a film for a long time, if ever. It just resonates perfectly throughout, never making a false move or jarring, never too slow nor too fast, with perfect pace and rhythm, constantly intriguing and rearranging your sympathies so no character is all good or all bad. In the end I felt deeply sorry for Grace (Catherine Walker), the daughter, who was clearly damaged by her absent father as a child. But hey, doesn't that go with the turf for a sailor, so can you really blame the father (James Cosmo)? Exquisite landscapes, beautifully photographed, altogether sensitive and moving.
Review of My Sailor, My Love
