Ah, those dear dead days beyond naivety ... when no one found it even a smidgen strange that in a film set entirely in Rome and Florence the entire cast spoke as if at the Hunt Ball in Cheltenham, when the make-up department didn't think it necessary to make Phyliis Calvert at least SEEM old enough to be the mother of Patricia Roc rather than her kid sister (there was, in fact, less than a year between them)when it didn't occur to anyone involved that berets are worn by men in France rather than Italy and ... oh well you get the picture. Poor Phyllis Calvert is so out of her depth as a feral knife-wielding, cigarette smoking gypsy-type wanton that the waters are above her head but probably Margaret Lockwood was working that week and Jean Kent was thought only fit for support. Stewart Granger is on hand doing his usual 'it's all about ME, screw the picture' bit and a bemused time is had by all.
Review of Madonna of the Seven Moons
