After watching a piece of fluff on streaming, my wife asked why I didn’t like old movies. What gave you that idea, I asked. You keep skipping over them, she said.
I landed my clicker on this one. She didn’t remember seeing it, and I didn’t either, so we settled.
I noticed an advertisement for it being “just about the most wonderful love story ever filmed.” Not sure I would agree. It was a good movie, and the strangest memory as I was watching the final scene. I mentioned to my wife I’d seen this ending before, so she asked me if it was sad like the flashback love story.
My recollection is that I watched this movie with my parents when I was a boy. At least I remember my dad remarking on it. A strange remembrance from maybe fifty years ago. Also that my father was something of a closet romantic. His favored tv fare was usually golf, westerns, and WW2 viewing. It didn’t include chick flicks. (Which I would say this was a good example of a postwar effort in that genre.)