Corridor of Mirrors

Synopsis: A man falls in love with a beautiful young woman and begins to suspect that he may have also loved her in a previous life.
 
IMDB:
6.9
Year:
1948
96 min
63 Views


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"What's the matter Mifanwy?"

Nothing.

"That bad dream again?"

Sorry I woke you.

"That's alright."

Goodnight darling.

Yes. I had a bad dream again.

And I'm sorry.

It's mine!

No, it's mine!

Wake up Mifanwy. You're

going to miss your train.

I've been awake for hours.

Those terrible children of yours

have been up since daybreak.

Here they come .. you'd better hide.

Stop pretending you're asleep.

We've thought up some nice new things

we want you to buy us in London.

Yes. we have!

Gwendolyn!

Wait for me!

We frightened you, Daddy.

David .. come here.

What's the matter David? Mummy

will be home again tomorrow.

Is London very big, mummy?

Yes it is. It has millions of people.

Will you get lost, mummy?

Mummies don't get lost, David.

Then why did you cry when the

postman brought that telegram?

Go on, get out of here!

Three blind mice! See how they run!

They all run after the farmer's wife, who

cut off their tails with a carving knife.

Did you ever see such a thing

in your life. Three blind mice.

Well, what is it this time?

It depends what you mean, as they say.

It means, my good woman,

that I can see you from where I am.

And whatever it is you're

thinking, you're up to no good.

You really want to know

what I was thinking?

I was thinking at first you haven't

kissed me "good morning".

And second .. that I have the best

husband in the world .. for me.

Well as for the first.

Good morning. And

as for the second.

I'm very flattered, but I never did

think very much of your taste in men.

I'm going to close the window, ladies.

There's a tunnel coming.

"How highly respectable they

think I am .. and how happy."

"I, with my beautiful home, perfect

husband and wonderful children."

"How shocked they'd be if they knew

the secret of my visit to London."

"I am going to see my lover .. yes .."

"I am going to see my

lover .. but I must go."

"Those dreadful letters coming

more and more frequently."

"Threatening to break up my home."

"I've yet to tell my husband."

"No .. he wouldn't understand."

I wouldn't want him to.

"Bywaters." .. "Frederick".

Executed for the murder of Mr Thompson

whose wife had been his sweetheart.

See number nine. Nine. "Thompson. Mrs."

Executed in 1923 for the complicity

in the murder of her husband.

And was killed in her presence by her

lover, a young man named "Bywaters".

Forty-four .. forty-five.

Death head of Marie Antoinette and

her husband .. poor things.

Forty-six.

Carrier. Jean. 1756

to 1794 .. death head.

One of the French Revolutionists.

he ordered over a thousand persons

to be drowned in the Loire.

He was guillotined by

order of Robespierre.

Forty-seven. Robespierre.

Hello Paul .. I knew that look.

You feel above the cut-throats and

murderers surrounding you.

Don't you? .. I knew that look so well.

That look of utter boredom.

You had it the first time I saw you.

I wanted to know all about you.

I wanted to know everything.

I still hear the tune they played.

The song the red-headed

girl was singing.

Seven years ago.

[ lady singing ]

"A tinkling piano in

the next apartment."

"Those stumbling words that told

you what my heart meant."

Anybody interesting here tonight, Jack?

One or two people maybe ..

"These foolish things remind me of you."

"You came, you saw, you conquered me."

"When you did that to me."

"I knew somehow, that it had to be."

"The winds of March make

my heart a dancer."

"A telephone would ring,

but who's to answer?"

"Oh how the ghost of you .. clings."

"These foolish things remind me of you."

Look who has dropped in.

"Dropped in" is hardly the

phrase I should have chosen.

Can't see why actors don't change their

costumes before coming to this place.

The first bit of real man I've seen

tonight. I wonder who he is.

Paul Mangin, painter,

art-critic, connoisseur.

And who are we all pulling

to pieces this time?

Take a look .. standing in

the entrance .. Lord Byron.

I'd say it was Sir Walter Raleigh,

complete with cloak.

No .. Hamlet.

Good night sweet Prince,

as far as I'm concerned.

Jack, I shan't be staying.

My hat and stick.

"Oh how the ghost of you .. clings."

"These foolish things."

"Remind me of .. you."

Would you ask him to play a waltz?.

If that's what you like.

"Don't stare darling. Remember what

mother told you:
blush, and turn away."

Well, well ..

Move up.

Thank you.

Come closer ladies and

gentlemen, come closer.

Yes .. the lady is alive.

See the gentle rise and fall.

Ah, that's sixpence extra.

The lady suffers from a rare disease.

You see the glazed look in her

eyes. They're looking at what?

The curtains gentlemen, the curtains.

You fool! Give me a cigarette someone.

Well, if the vigil is on for tonight I

suggest we order another bottle of ..

What the management

laughingly describe as "Cognac".

We may as well go on to the Sutherlands

now. We don't want to be too late.

Of course not.

Another one Miss Conway?

That famous smile.

One moment! I have something in my eye.

Take this and get me a handkerchief.

Oh, agony .. absolute

agony .. absolute agony.

Rub the other eye. Pull

the eyelash over the eye.

I ask you to pull it up and clear it.

Face the light .. put your chin up.

Eye open.

There.

Perhaps you'd like to repair

the rest of the damage.

I must look an awful mess.

Thank you .. Mr Mangin.

You know my name. I don't know yours.

Mifanwy .. Mifanwy Conway.

Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

Drink?

No thank you.

Mifanwy .. then you're Welsh.

That accounts for your black hair.

Actually not. My mother was Italian.

Italian?

You seem to like that .. and you?

I'm a mixture of so many nationalities

I can truthfully say I belong to none.

Well you're an artist, aren't you.

In a way.

An artist is supposed to belong to

nowhere in particular. But the world.

I don't want to belong to the world.

I'm careful to try to avoid that.

Do I look as if I belong to the world?

Well no .. not to

this world .. not exactly.

It's rather stuffy in here .. there's

a little garden-place outside.

I was waiting to come again after our

dance. I decided not to come too soon.

Now, I mustn't stay too long .. goodnight.

Alright?

Well, how did ..?

Shut up.

Well.

Better order that bottle that I

talked about a few minutes ago.

You'd better, before you fall flat on your

face amongst the broken glass.

You'd better get to that party.

You don't want to be too late.

Aren't you coming Mifanwy?

No. Another time. I think I'll go home.

You need a taxi, Miss?

No thank you Harry. It's a lovely

night. I think I'll walk .. goodnight.

Goodnight Miss.

Mifanwy.

I thought it was you. Have you ever

ridden in a Hansom before?

Yes .. long ago.

You must have been very little then.

Would you like to try it again?

I like the way you dress.

It's not like everybody else.

I shouldn't call you

altogether .. conventional.

Don't you think it a mistake if I were

to send you home at this moment?

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