Laughton's directorial debut is the tale of a preacher (or is he) and two children who may or may not know the location of the proceeds of their bank robbing father.
With it's focus on silhouettes, creepy angular compositions and sleep walking like nightmarish quality I was more than once reminded of German expressionist classics like Nosferatu and The Cabinet of Dr Caligari. It also brings some iconic imagery of it's own.
Performance wise, Mitchum's preacher is of particular note - never less than compelling, charismatic and monstrous.
Verdict: Dark fairytale.
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