Letter from an Unknown Woman Page #3

Synopsis: In Vienna in 1900, Stefan Brand must face a duel the following morning. He has no intention of defending his honor however and plans to flee the city when he notices that he has received a letter from someone in his past. A struggling concert pianist at the time he met Lisa Berndle when she was just a teenager living next door. Brand has had many women in his life however and unaware that Lisa is genuinely in love with him, forgets all about her. They meet again but he only vaguely remembers ever having met her. Unknown to him she bears his child and eventually marries a man who knows of her past but loves her very much. When she runs into Brand many years later her love for him resurfaces and she is prepared to abandon her son and husband for him. Tragedy follows.
Genre: Drama, Romance
Director(s): Max Ophüls
Production: Universal Pictures
  1 win.
 
IMDB:
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Rotten Tomatoes:
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NOT RATED
Year:
1948
87 min
1,039 Views


least she deserves.

Four years ago when you

played the D Minor.

You remember that?

The morning review, also.

Compare too young Mozart.

I was very young.

You like it?

Valpolicelli, it's called.

First thing you see when you come

down the other side of the Alps.

The Italians say, it

is such a good wine,

Because the grapes have

their roots in the valley,

And their eyes on the mountains.

Please...

Please what?

Please talk about yourself.

I believe you really want

to hear about me. Why?

Uh, never mind why.

The truth is, I've had

rather an easy time of it.

People accepted my

music very quickly.

Perhaps too quickly.

Sometimes it's easier to

please others than oneself.

What're you going to say?

You know you don't

talk very much.

Well... I can't say it very well.

But...

Yes.

Sometimes, I felt when

you're playing that...

Go on.

That... you haven't quite found

what you're looking for.

How long have you been

hiding in my piano?

Uh, never mind explaining.

I just assume

you're a sorceress,

And that you can make

yourself very tiny.

It might be a good thing to

have a sorceress for a friend.

Who knows?

You maybe able to

help me someday.

How could I help you?

So, that's what

you've been thinking?

You're a very strange girl.

Who ever you are, where

ever you came from...

Don't you have any problems?

Not... important ones.

It's been a long while since

anyone did that for me?

Stop here, please.

Woo... Ah.

Good evening, Mr. Brand.

Good evening.

Roses?

Yes. Please.

Nice red ones?

No. Red is the wrong color. I think a

single white rose would be perfect.

This is a special occasion.

Here you are. Good night.

Good night, Mr. Brand.

Enjoy yourself.

Did I guess right?

Is it your flower?

From now on it will be.

Would you like me to close it?

No.

Hah... and now to the park.

Do you think it

would all be close?

I hope not.

I never come here in the season.

It's more pleasant in the winter.

I don't know why.

It's perhaps...

Because you prefer to imagine

how it will be in the spring.

Because if it's spring, then it's

nothing to imagine and to wish for.

Is there anything about

me you don't know?

A few things.

For instance, one

thing I don't know,

If one day they would make a wax

figure of you and put you in there.

Because you'll be so famous.

Well, if they do, will you pay

your penny to come in and see me?

If you come alive.

Now I see you as a little girl.

You do?

When my father was alive,

we travelled a lot.

He went nearly everywhere.

We've had a wonderful time.

I didn't know you

travelled so much.

Oh, yes.

Perhaps we've been in

some of the same places.

No, I don't think so.

Where did you go?

Well, it was a long time. But...

For instance, there

was Rio de Janeiro.

Beautiful, exotic, real

with its botanical garden.

Its Avenue palms,

Sugarloaf fountain,

And the harbour where you can look

down and see the flying fishes...

We're in Venice.

Yes, we've arrived.

Where would you like to go next?

France? England? Russia?

Switzerland.

Switzerland.

Excuse me a moment while I

talk with the engineer.

You and the lady, are

you enjoying the trip?

Very much. We're off

to Switzerland.

There you go. Thank you.

Oh... thank you.

Switzerland.

Switzerland.

Switzerland.

So, you're looking down at

the flying fish. Then what?

Aren't you going to

finish the trip?

Well, there weren't any

trips, do you mind?

You see, my father had a

friend in the travel bureau.

My father worked

across the street.

He was an assistant super

attendant of the municipal water?

And he used to bring photos

home with pictures in them.

And in the evening, he'd put

on his travelling coat.

That's what he called it,

'Cause I was very young.

And he'd say:
where should

we go this evening?

And I would say:
Vera Cruz.

Because it's a beautiful name.

And then he would say: um...

it's summer there,

You don't want to roast

like a coffee bean, do you?

So, you never did get there?

No. It's just like I tripped the

land with the midnight sun.

What stopped you this time?

The weather.

I thought of India.

But then father remembered

it was the raining season.

Your father was an

expert on climates.

My mother used to say that...

He knew what the weather was

everywhere except home.

What mountain was that?

That's the Matterhorn.

You've climbed it?

Um hum.

Tell me when you've climbed

up the mountain, what then?

Well, you come down again.

Tell me more about your father.

Well, then he finally

did go away.

He had the nicest eyes.

Yes, I can see them.

Why do you like to

climb mountains?

Well, I suppose because,

No matter how high you climb,

there's always a higher one.

And you like to imagine that the

other one is even more wonderful.

Like the spring in the park.

You know far too much

about me already,

And I know almost

nothing about you

Except you have

travelled a great deal.

End of the line. All change.

All change.

What now?

Where haven't we been?

We have no more countries left.

Then we'll begin all over again.

There you are. Thank you.

We'll revisit the

scenes of your youth.

I don't know about them

but I'm going home.

Right after this number.

Me too, if he is not

paying me 50 quarters.

I'd like to play for married people.

They've got homes.

You're sorceress.

Now I'm sure, how else

could we dance this way.

Unless we've danced

together before.

And yet if we had,

should I remember it.

Please.

Promise me something.

Anything.

But I don't even

know where you live.

Promise me you won't vanish.

I won't be the one who vanishes.

We're here.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Who is it?

Brand.

Good morning, Mr. Brand.

Please be seated.

Lisa, leave it on.

Someone wants to see it.

Oh.

Real customer. Looks

like a good one.

One moment.

You'll like this one, I'm sure.

I'm sure.

I like it very much.

Very much.

How did you find me?

I'm a good detective,

what you think?

You are.

I'm afraid we have to put

off our play for tonight.

I couldn't go away

without seeing you.

Where are you going?

Milano.

The whole orchestra is going.

We go to play at L'escala.

It's wonderful.

I've forgotten all about it.

It won't be long.

Just two weeks.

The train leaves at 5:30.

Do you suppose you

could see me off?

I'll try.

I'll look for you then.

Good bye. Thank you.

Good-bye. You will be there.

How did it go?

He wasn't interested

in the suit.

But... Madam, could I leave

a bit earlier today?

How early? About 5:00.

Yes. Sure.

Thank you, Madam.

Congratulations, my dear.

Stefan, the train is leaving.

Just a minute.

How long have you

been standing here?

I don't want to go.

Do you believe that?

I'll be here when you get back.

Come on.

Yes. Stefan, hurry, please.

I still know so

little about you.

You like mystery.

That a woman like you

exist, and I found you.

That's mystery to me.

Say "Stefan", the way

you said it last night.

Stefan.

As if you've said

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