Robert Montgomery is completely out of his element in the James Mason role as the possessive cruel music teacher who is loved by young Ingrid Bergman. I would have thought Bergman would be ideal as the masochistic pupil but something about her performance isn’t right – maybe it’s just playing against miscast Montgomery. (Couldn’t they have gotten Charles Laughton or Vincent Price or someone with a bigger presence?) The story remains a fascinating stew of messed up sexual politics. A South African starlet in Hollywood on a screen test, Joan Forsyth or something, chats at the break.
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