One of the few good things about growing up British: I have always known that the Bergman was a remake. Indeed, I'm not sure I've ever actually seen it.
I remember it being good! My mother showed it to me in high school. I suspect it's glossier than the original, but it has a claustrophobic, Gothic atmosphere and Bergman is very good, partly because she isn't an especially neurasthenic actress—she doesn't look weak or silly to the audience for not being able to see what her husband is doing, she doesn't look like a pushover. I have good shivery memories of the final scene, as her husband pleads for her help and she plays her madness against him; I wasn't sure if she was going to kill him. It's Angela Lansbury's screen debut, as the insolent housemaid who says almost nothing to Bergman and cuts her eyes at Charles Boyer; she turned eighteen on set.
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I remember it being good! My mother showed it to me in high school. I suspect it's glossier than the original, but it has a claustrophobic, Gothic atmosphere and Bergman is very good, partly because she isn't an especially neurasthenic actress—she doesn't look weak or silly to the audience for not being able to see what her husband is doing, she doesn't look like a pushover. I have good shivery memories of the final scene, as her husband pleads for her help and she plays her madness against him; I wasn't sure if she was going to kill him. It's Angela Lansbury's screen debut, as the insolent housemaid who says almost nothing to Bergman and cuts her eyes at Charles Boyer; she turned eighteen on set.