The sort of movie I should like. Movie stars. A script by Lucille Fletcher. A woman who might be going insane and a dodgy best friend and mysterious husband. Twists.
But it doesn't work. Maybe Elizabeth Taylor was wrong for this sort of movie. She's in her frumpy stage. I mean, she's Elizabeth Taylor but... maybe she's too strong. Something.
Laurence Harvey is perfect. It's weird watching him knowing he was going to be dead in a year or so. Billie Whitelaw is good.
Maybe it's the direction. It lacks atmosphere. Maybe 1973 was too late. Maybe the cinematographer.
The film has its fans. I just wish... I don't know it was directed by Seth Holt or Freddie Francis or someone.
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