Whichever way you slice it this was a strange movie to make in 1944 and one that Powell and Pressburger chose to make enigmatic aiming it squarely between more like two and twenty than a mere two stools. The title gives the first clue that something more than two hours escapism is on offer and this is immediately followed up when four people en route to Canterbury come together a few miles short and eventually journey there together. There's also some low-key 'hands across the sea' propaganda when the yank from Oregon and the lumber mill workers in Kent discover they do things the same way, woodenly speaking. Some okay performances but ultimately less than meets the eye.
Review of A Canterbury Tale
