(1943)
Don't be fooled by the
National Enquirer-style title, and try not to pay much attention to the drab, plebeian language--or the drab, plebeian leading man. How this vodou riff on
Jane Eyre works is via the dark, shadowy atmospherics that were the stock-in-trade for producer
Val Lewton and director
Jacques Tourneur. Not a great film, but a pretty effective one, and if you're looking for a 68-minute shiverer, this is an excellent choice.
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