If you were in any doubt that Roald Dahl had no business writing books for children, you should have a crack of this creepy horror movie that he wrote in 1971. If a prominent children's author wrote a film about rape and murder nowadays, their books would be stricken from the shelves.
I loved this. It has the same grim feel that only British horror of this time period has - movies like Frenzy, Our Mother's House, 10 Rillington Place, Fright etc that are basically no fun to watch. The characters are all mildly insane, yet believable, and the performances are amazing, especially from Patricia Neal. I find it hard to believe that I haven't come across Nicholas Clay before, but he's great here.
I can definitely see a lot of people hating this. Luckily I love watching miserable old British people being miserable, so I had my fun.