My introduction to Graham Greene, and what an introduction. A passionate affair, broken up by a blitz bomb, that turns into jealousy and intrigue.
But in the most unexpected way, it turns out to be about love after all. And not just love between 2 people, but between man and God.
The character of Henry intrigues me now; nothing so ridiculous as a jealous husband, as Greene says, but in some ways he seems to represent another kind of love, one that is self-effacing, that acts truly without thought for self.
The film with Ralph Fiennes and Julianne Moore is excellent, although they make the major change of having Sarah visit a priest rather than a humanist.