Edmund Rostand rhymes with Ayn Rand and perhaps cognizant of this Rand has 'adapted' rather than ripped off Rostand's greatest work Cyrano de Bergerac, lost the nose and the rapier but kept the ghost writing. In 1945 with the war all but won there was room for a blend of whimsey and mystery, throw in a picture-book cottage in an English countryside that existed only in Hollywood imaginations and we're off to the races. I've never really cared for Jennifer Jones finding her overripe sensuality dull but very occasionally - Since You Went Away and here - she was not too hard to take. A half-decent effort that wears well
Review of Love Letters
