No need to double-dip if you already own Criterion’s first treatment of this intensely conflicted and resonant Southern gothic masterpiece.
Icey Spoon’s response to Harry Powell’s snakelike jeremiads about says it all for this Criterion release.
Here’s a movie that suggests cute, precocious pre-pubescent blond girls should get psychological counseling. Are you listening, Dakota Fanning’s mother?
It might not have the lurid veneer of Oedipal conflict that turned The Good Son into a supreme guilty pleasure, but it’s got more false-façade performances than you could ever hope for.