ANOTHER TIME, ANOTHER PLACE marked time and didn’t place back in 1958, earning but $1,420,000, the receipts languishing 128th among the years tallies. A small production, set-bound, with more money spent on the fur coat Lana Turner wears (spare duds as a reporter in wartime London) than on convincing backdrops or anything to suggest the WW2 setting. She knocked off this pointless cheapie-weepie in England before her hit Peyton Place was released; when this came out six months later it didn’t catch the wave. Today it’s only of interest in that fourth-billed, 30-year-old Sean Connery was “introduced” as one of Lana’s love mates: the other being the stiff Barry Sullivan. Glynis Johns plays two-timing Sean’s unaware wife, eventually confronted by the fur-bearing star as the damning truth comes out.
Directed by Lewis Allen, running a thankfully brief 91 minutes, the acting is okay, and newcomer Connery holds his own with the vet—they get to make out with obvious ardor.* Johns is very good. Maybe the idea was to fashion something on the order of the well-regarded (and much better done) romantic star-crossed-lover hits from the 40s, Waterloo Bridge or Brief Encounter, but this pass is so slight it erases from memory as soon as ‘The End’ scrolls. With Terence Longdon, Martin Stephens and John Le Mesurier.
* Gossip bled ink with an incident that occurred during the shoot. Turner’s jealous boyfriend, gangster Johnny Stompanato , got pushy with Sean and, depending on the version, the unfazed actor, a former body-builder and no one’s punk— basically a 6’2″ Scot who didn’t take shit—either decked him or bent a pistol out of the thug’s hand, and UK gun laws had Stompanato deported. Connery (before his bushy eyebrows were hacked into submission) had 14 credits in film and TV prior to this “introduction”, which did lead to a jaunt to the States for Darby O’Gill And The Little People, seen by Albert R. Broccoli’s wife, who recommended the charismatic Scot to her husband for the new spy film he was casting—Dr. No.
True Family Tie-In Bonus: my sister, having a run at showbiz at the time, went on a double-date during Darby O’Gill’s production. The date for the other girl was the as-yet unknown Connery, who she recalls as being gregariously friendly. The foursome went bowling. By that time Lana’s daughter had stabbed Stompanato to death and reputedly mob pals wanted to whack this Scottish smartaleck who’d humiliated their paisan, who was by then sleeping where he belonged, with the fishes. My sister went bowling with James Bond!