Review of The Wind Is My Lover

I have read the earlier comment on this film to the effect that it was unforgettable, and I can heartily agree. I saw it in 1951 when I was 23; I did not fully understand the dialogue because I saw the Swedish version dubbed in Greek(I was performing my military service in Cyprus at the time) but the name of the film and its stark black and white imagery remain etched in my mind since then. When I saw a photograph of a castle a few years ago which seemed to stir up memories of this film, I was impelled to go to see it - Olavinlinna in Finland - which even if I have identified it wrongly, fits well into the sort of atmosphere conjured up by Viktor Rydberg's plot.I would very much like to see the film again - it has for me a haunting quality, which is quite unusual, because my normal habit is to see a film once and forget it.