Rosemary for Remembrance

 I came to mock; I stayed to mock and have fun.   The best way to watch this is with a friend so that you can mock together.   That way you can wallow in the occasional good or at least libido-friendly bits while having a jolly MST3K and demonstrate your moral superiority.

High points:

• The acting's pretty good.
• The actors are pretty.
• The countryside is pretty.
• Even the orchestra is pretty.

Low points:  (or high, depending on how you look at it.)

• The relative present (immediate post-WWII Scotland) is graded so that it's damn near black and white, with only the characters in color.
• There's one hilarious scene where the heroine is about to interact with a Standing Stone (don't try this at home on vacation, kids).  This entire scene is graded black-and-white while one forget-me-not is a brilliant digital blue .... that wobbles.
• The immediate past (the heroine's past as a child being raised by an archaeologist) is sepia.
• The true past/present (The Hiiiiiighlands and the post-Jacobite retaliation) is in glorious -- not Technicolor, but Kodachrome.   Saturation, man.
• The heroine runs around in a modern -and I don't mean 1940s- cream shiftdress.   When she first leaps into the past she's in the shiftdress, a practical plaid shawl, a leather belt, and shoes.   Within the first 5 minutes of running around being chased she's lost the shawl -- somewhat plausible -- and the belt, and I have no idea how she managed that.  Nobody ever comments on the lady running around a knee-length filthy shift, which would be underwear by 18th-century standards.    They call her a whore for swearing (something I find somewhat implausible in the 18th century), but apparently her dress is just one of those things.
• Our heroine is not only a war nurse but has been studying up on herbal remedies as a hobby.   As one does, when one needs a profession should one be swept into the past at any moment.
• Enya-in-a-blenda soundtrack.

My absolute favorite moment, though,   was when the heroine, demonstrating her leet healing skills, demanded that her grubby Scots captors surrender something to use as a sling for Soon To Be Love Interest's dislocated shoulder.   They didn't move, so she demanded a belt.   Much to my disappointment, the Scot who surrenders his belt did not end up with his entire great kilt  (more commonly known as a "belted plaid" for very good structural reasons)  in a tidy torus around his ankles.