Dave from Ottawa ... but not as good as it wants to be. This sprawling drama plays out over a span of decades as it follows a pretty young Parisienne who is seduced and abandoned by an American flier, and who then marries into society with the non-specific purpose of either getting him back or getting back at him. Meanwhile the flier gets married and goes through various crises of his own. The production values are expensive and look good, but the script moves with languorous slowness and, despite some fashionable 70s-style sexual frankness, everything has an old-style Hollywood feel to it, as if the movie had been made 20 years earlier than it was. John Beck and Susan Sarandon in particular seem to have been time warped back to a 1950s melodrama, making their performances seem awfully out of date for the more naturalistic 1970s cinema. Marie- France Pisier emerges as the best thing in the movie, but it's a pretty dull affair otherwise, especially when she is not on screen. Sarandon's career survived this bomb, thanks to Atlantic City a few years later, but John Beck, who was supposed to vault to stardom after this, quickly found himself in the hell of TV guest star shots.

qualityguyftl I read the book "The Other Side of Midnight" when it first came out and fell in love with Noelle and Catherine. When the movie came out I saw it twice at the theater and loved it. 20th century fox back-stabbed this movie by not marketing it that is why it did poorly at the box office. In reality this is an old style, glossy, sweeping love story set between the years 1939 and 1947.I won't go into the plot other than to say it has it all. Love, hate, betrayal, glamor, drama, on location shooting all over the world (this was not a low budget film). I highly recommend this film to anyone who enjoys sweeping dramas, wonderful score and cinematography and a young Susan Sarandon already showing her big star chops. It is a long movie 2 hours and 45 minutes on DVD but it has been remastered the picture is perfect and the sound is as good as can be expected from a film made in 1977.

Nazi_Fighter_David It's the time to breathe… to fall in love… to feel the heartbeat of every living moment of every endless day… It's a very romantic time… It's a time for dreams and heartbreak and hope… A time when fantasies can come true… In Paris, the enchanting Noelle—young and vulnerable—lives out her fantasies at the jagged edges of her broken dreams dazzled by its glamor… In Washington, the beautiful Cathy—taken by surprise with her own success—is unaware of its price… Larry—loved by both women— is a sly liar… Constantine Demeris has the power that extends beyond wealth, the power that knows the price of every woman's heart and every man's soul… Sidney Sheldon's story has all the suspense, the intrigue, and the emotions that explode when fantasy collides with destiny… His four unforgettable people live the romance, the passion, the betrayal, the hate and revenge against the midst of WWII, in Three countries: France, United States and Greece

ptb-8 What a success this film was in Australia in 1977.... it ran for months gathering momentum among shop assistants and daytime single women ticket-buyers as a much whispered about 'must see'. well for us fellers, it was a bit raunchy showing off Gallic nubile sexiness among the ruins of Paris in WW2. I guess it also caused the rise of the miniseries movie potboiler drama that paved the way for THE BETSY, THE Greek TYCOON and many other 2hr plus glossy romantic efforts.... most long forgotten. TV really corralled this type of book/drama on film with DYNASTY and KNOTTS LANDING etc. I am surprised that is was considered a flop in the USA when a big hit elsewhere. My main memory is from a suburban cinema in Sydney....400 person sized crowd of couples.... then shocked silence during a bathtub abortion scene... followed immediately by (only) one huge athletic man staggering from his seat in a state of distress, dizzy from what he had seen, lumbering Frankenstein monster-style across the aisle, and ploughed headfirst through the plaster wall on the stairway to the foyer. The building shook and we ran to see what happened. There he was, head first through the wall, slumped in collapse, with frantic audience members trying to pull him, legs first, from the hole. He woke up and started crying: "Awww I didn't like that" he sobbed. We had to stop the projector, tell everyone that he was alright and re wound the film. "Aww don't show that bit again" he protested, so we didn't, we re started from just after. With a mug of tea and his tears wiped up, we re sat him with his cringing date and the movie rolled on....and on and on. Just so you know...FROM NOON TILL THREE is a funny (!) Charles Bronson western with Jill Ireland.. equally as enjoyable 70s. No bathtub abortions but a good train smash.