Chopin meets Freud in this story of a classical pianist and her rise to international stardom under the tutelage of her possessive Svengali uncle, played by a menacing, misogynist James Mason. The plot unfolds largely in flashback from the psychiatrist's couch, where the troubled patient, under hypnosis, recounts the traumas of her young life, including a whirlwind engagement to an American musician and a romance with a sympathetic portrait artist (both attracting the ire of Uncle Mason). The end result of all this therapy is to see which of the four men (including psychiatrist Herbert Lom) she'll turn to when cured, but her ultimate (and not entirely unpredictable) decision is a little suspicious: maybe she should have spent more time on the doctor's sofa.
Review of The Seventh Veil
