Photoplay (Jan-Jun 1963)

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may feel like pioneers, Natalie and Warren are actually followers. Blinded by their emotions as they leave the well-worn road of convention and morality to blaze what they believe to be a new trail into the wilds of unrestricted freedom, Natalie and Warren cannot see the wreckage left along the path by all the previous rebels against society who have traveled along this same route before. Wreckage left by Ingrid Bergman and Roberto Rossellini. By Deborah Kerr and Peter Viertel. ( Please turn the page) The way Natalie and Warren are behaving, they’re getting a name for themselves. Rebels. Rebels who try to break out of the bonds of accepted morality, usual rules, traditional laws, and seek another country, a different place, where spontaneous passion is treasured above dullness, where frenzied excitement is honored above habit, where the tension of love is worshipped above the sameness of marriage. Their search for this place of pure sensation seems to obsess them. Natalie and Warren have trav eled across this country and throughout Europe together looking for it. Across the border there must be still stronger wine; across the ocean there must be still madder music; across the continent there must be still greater exhilaration; across the city there must be still wilder thrills. All you gotta do is keep moving, moving, moving — faster, faster, faster — away from the restrictions of society and toward that realm of sheer delight to which no two people have ever traveled before. But even though they