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.
The films of Frank Tashlin, Jerry Lewis, and Hope and Crosby all worked the same territory, ZAZ just took it as far as it would go without snapping.
Once the film’s fanatics find out that this edition is mostly a gussied-up replay of the previous one, the shit’ll really hit the fan.
The film remains one of the most twisted evocations of godliness gone awry.