Ingrid Bergman is a serious and damn near emotionless psychiatrist at a mental hospital for the mostly-sane (I guess?). She scoffs at love until she meets handsome, handsome Gregory Peck and falls totally in love with him, in spite of the fact that it turns out he not only isn't the person he originally claimed he was, but he has no idea who he actually is. And he probably killed someone.
Spellbound isn't the best Hitchcock movie I've seen, certainly, but it was still entertaining. I wasn't bored at any point, I was really interested in finding out what Amnesia Guy's story was and there's a dream sequence designed by Salvador Dali. Neat!
Best of all, though, is Michael Chekhov as Ingrid Bergman's former mentor and all around hilarious old guy, Dr. Alexander Brulov. He was without a doubt the best character and most entertaining part of the movie. Apparently Spellbound was nominated for a bunch of Oscars; if one of those Oscars was Best Old Guy, he would have won hands down.
End of line.
-Sally
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