The film that introduced Ingrid Bergman to American audiences (1939), this love story tells of a married concert violinist (Leslie Howard) who falls in love with his beautiful protege. The picture is amazingly compact (70 minutes), and the swift pacing helps temper the goo. Director Gregory Ratoff scores one or two visual coups that are unique in his career (a reliable hack, he replaced William Wyler after a week’s shooting), and Bergman’s incipient star qualities flower under the careful hand of producer David O. Selznick, who went against Hollywood practice by letting her play with minimal makeup. The film is no classic, but it’s a good example of its type: the many remakes include Jerry Schatzberg’s Honeysuckle Rose.