Sat, December 9, 2017
It’s hard to peg why this is considered a masterpiece, aside from its early entry in the “psychological thriller” category. The visual choices are interesting (veering from bucolic to starkly expressionist), and Mitchum delivers a few great scenes—but the rest is startlingly amateurish, too much of the story rests on child actors who are terrible, and the meandering plot and leaden exposition sap a lot of the emotional punch.
