Intensely moving and unsettling.

I am more familiar with the 1994 Finney version, but having at last seen the original today, I am slightly in awe. Not just of Redgrave's perfect performance of a introspected and stunted relic, but also of the performances of Brian Smith and Nigel Patrick. True, the poison from every pore of Jean Kent's Millie was perhaps too apparent, but typical of the period. The direction I felt was a throwback to a more honest time.

I like to think I've seem a few of the most moving moments in cinema: a scene from Ordinary People, or Good Will Hunting. None are more moving than Taplow's gift. Strange, isn't it, that such moments are built on the smallest kindness?