"The key" (1958) directed by Carol Reed was a kind of room service for a lady, waiting for an impossible repetition of an unexpected love affair with a marine officer in mission during 1941. There is here of course in backwardness a kind of smooth feeling influenced by the circumstances of a closed spirit for a locked place, bringing together the necessity of putting two characters as inevitable partners of disgrace facing events. This movie is still with glamor, slightly out of date, and however like in the middle of life age, by the vacation of a loved one whom is plenty of souvenirs. When, suddenly, imaginative mind turns it in happy reality for the waiting woman, like Penelope, with other solutions for her flesh ambition. Carol Reed was here in a certain period where given this kind of story, it was considered as a mere episode of other movies from the time, because of that and also as less intimate and delicate for the same era and history than from others of the kind from then.
Notwithstanding, on contrary, it is still a melancholic and extremely interesting symbol of fidelity, honor and willingness in black and white. This is a true love story of an officer and gentleman at the time where television was an adjourned adventure for the post war era and it seems that this kind of story came out in production when television language was still there for the concurrence with cinema and theater play. It's enough for understanding why the most part of daily activity as they were there in the flat, it was boring for nothing than humanizing their own feelings during a time whose main activity between the scale of missions it was talking about themselves and erosion of middle ages respectively.
Carol Reed made a plausible movie about good acquaintance among fellows of the navy, concerning an enjoyable concealed place for sentimental encounters of intimate meaning with an available woman during a short pause of wartime and shows us the common behavior of this kind of warriors, as though they went with their sister's friend. Sharing their feelings as all friends of the same pretty and distinguished young woman with enough maturity for understanding the current problem of isolated souls, coming alive from the last battle and waiting for the next in their adventurous lives. A woman who waits for something more of special than more an adventure of heart among them, so that in such as searching the twin soul without any reason for being hopeful, meanwhile arrives the man of her life at that moment of break, in which she condenses her own hope now in a transitory period, where it is improbable to say if the next day is still possible to repeat the same happiness of the happening with the noise of the key opening the room of both.
Notwithstanding, on contrary, it is still a melancholic and extremely interesting symbol of fidelity, honor and willingness in black and white. This is a true love story of an officer and gentleman at the time where television was an adjourned adventure for the post war era and it seems that this kind of story came out in production when television language was still there for the concurrence with cinema and theater play. It's enough for understanding why the most part of daily activity as they were there in the flat, it was boring for nothing than humanizing their own feelings during a time whose main activity between the scale of missions it was talking about themselves and erosion of middle ages respectively.
Carol Reed made a plausible movie about good acquaintance among fellows of the navy, concerning an enjoyable concealed place for sentimental encounters of intimate meaning with an available woman during a short pause of wartime and shows us the common behavior of this kind of warriors, as though they went with their sister's friend. Sharing their feelings as all friends of the same pretty and distinguished young woman with enough maturity for understanding the current problem of isolated souls, coming alive from the last battle and waiting for the next in their adventurous lives. A woman who waits for something more of special than more an adventure of heart among them, so that in such as searching the twin soul without any reason for being hopeful, meanwhile arrives the man of her life at that moment of break, in which she condenses her own hope now in a transitory period, where it is improbable to say if the next day is still possible to repeat the same happiness of the happening with the noise of the key opening the room of both.