Film

Random Harvest

Name: Random Harvest
Genre: Romance, Drama
Released: 1942
Cast: Ronald Colman, Greer Garson, Philip Dorn, Susan Peters, Henry Travers

Ronald Colman's shell-shocked amnesiac and Greer Garson's music-hall star build a marriage from nothing, then watch the past reach in and take it away. MGM shoots it like a cathedral—gauzy light, swelling strings, decades folding into two hours—so the tragedy lands as pure feeling rather than plot mechanics. For anyone who wants to be quietly wrecked by good manners and better crying.

TMDb rating

7.3

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