Love loving watching movies, sitting back, and also breathing.
Both this and The Way Way Back came out at a time where I was just starting to discover a love for film. They were nostalgic and different in a way I hadn’t experienced yet. Now they’re nostalgic for a different reason. I’ll always have a special place in my mind for them even if they don’t hit exactly the same as they did when I was 19.
Simply stunning. Robert Mitchum is a terrifying force of nature in this movie, giving a performance you rarely see in movies. Part of it is cool and in control, while the rest of it is unhinged and downright scary. At one point Mitchum let’s out a scream that sent actual chills down my spine. He feels unstoppable for most of the movie, and I think the religious aspect of it amplifies that feeling a lot.
The other standout for me…
There is a moment in this movie where Ralph Graves brings a blanket to a sleeping Barbara Stanwyck that really got to me. Her reaction to that was incredible. I loved that moment, but Stanwyck’s range of emotion is really something to behold throughout the entire thing. She goes from comedic powerhouse to emotionally lovestruck effortlessly. It’s too bad this movie had an emotionless blob as her counterpart, because I think it’s the main thing keeping it from being great.