This film deserves a higher rating. The dialogue is crisp and quite exploratory, while Ian MacShane was only 20 when this was made and is miles better than Laurence Harvey in Room at the Top.
But the star is Virginia Maskell, who gives one of the most convincing accounts, not of a bored wife, but of a genuine nymphomaniac, in the history of cinema. It is also a very good portrait of an alcoholic, worth comparing with Margaret Leighton in The Holly and the Ivy.
I have nothing more to say but for some reason am required to go on longer, so I will add a remark about. The weird Paul Robeson ending.
But the star is Virginia Maskell, who gives one of the most convincing accounts, not of a bored wife, but of a genuine nymphomaniac, in the history of cinema. It is also a very good portrait of an alcoholic, worth comparing with Margaret Leighton in The Holly and the Ivy.
I have nothing more to say but for some reason am required to go on longer, so I will add a remark about. The weird Paul Robeson ending.