Supposedly, David Lean declared this movie his favourite among his own work. Of course, it has been made in his usual excellence of production, photography and storytelling, but I sure wouldn't agree. In fact, the movie is quite unnerving with its picture book view of Venice and the schmaltzy love story involving a slimy middle-aged Italian guy complete with silvery temples. The only reason to watch it is Katherine Hepburn, of course, I never want to miss any of her movies.
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