







This is the kind of romantic supernatural fantasy which was popular just after WWII. It's set at the start of the twentieth century in England, Hollywood. Gene Tierney is a recent widow, and moves to a picturesque seaside town in order to find herself and escape her oppressive in-laws. There, Mrs. Muir meets the ghost of a sea captain (Rex Harrison) who narrates to her a best selling tale of the oceans.
Maybe in the years after the war, it was likely there would be an audience for a story about a bereaved woman who falls in love with a man who (probably) only exists in her thoughts. And about a widow who must find the strength to go on alone. There are many interesting themes on the subjects of loss, and also the creative process.
But mostly the film is a charming comedy-romance. Rex Harrison is engaging as the salty, barnacled sea-dog. The beautiful Tierney is extremely sympathetic as a woman searching for a second chance in life, which is sadly unfulfilled. When she seeks to re-engage with the world through George Sanders' decadent rake, she is badly let down.
Joe Mankiewicz creates a rich period atmosphere from his studio sets and the shadowy, expressionist photography. And there's a superb score from Bernard Herrmann. Sure, it's a sentimental tearjerker, but there is intelligence and craft too. The stars are wonderful together; they elevate the whole film and make you care, which makes the magical ending a real heartbreaker.
Some films start out as an easy, cosy watch, then quietly get under your skin. This one does it with sea fog, sharp jokes, and a house that feels like it’s already got opinions.
Gene Tierney is terrific as Lucy Muir — romantic, practical: a widow insisting on her own space in a world that would rather she borrowed one. Rex Harrison plays the captain like a man who’s allergic to the living: proud, prickly, and (annoyingly) quite lovable once the grumbling settles. George Sanders turns up selling comfort and status with a smile, and you know it comes with strings. Edna Best’s Martha is a joy: loyal, sceptical, and able to deflate a scene with one look.
Mankiewicz keeps it in the sweet spot between funny and wistful, and Bernard Herrmann’s score rolls in like the tide, doing a lot of the feeling for you. The ending is gorgeous and a bit cruel: you get the romance, but you also get the bill.