This rarely rises above a ho hum take on the 'time traveller' genre and just off the top of my head I can think of several superior examples. It may be that my lifelong indifference/dislike of Ann Blyth plays a part; I find it inconceivable that anyone, let alone Tyrone Power could prefer Blyth over Beatrice Campbell but on the other hand, like the man said, to each his own. To my mind Power fails to convince as a man so obsessed with the past that he will literally move heaven and earth to become a part of it whilst the schtick of the love object from the past returning in a modern-day counterpart has been done to death (sorry), think Rhonda Fleming in A Yankee At King Arthur's court, released a scant two years before this one. Passable - just.
Review of I'll Never Forget You
