I am writing this on Christmas Day, a little drunk, having a moment away from the family before lunch but mainly because I see it has two or three stars only and frankly, this cannot be allowed.
This is really wonderful cinema and let no one tell you differently. It is over-the-top, rather kitsch and slightly psychedelic and to me it represents what a film should do to you when you watch it: it should take you hostage, for what ever reason, and keep you there 'till it ends.
This film keeps and has kept me hostage since my teens precisely because of the outlandish story and the beautiful-cum-interesting-cum-realistic photography. It is bizarre and beautiful and rather mad, but you suspend your disbelief because you want to go on watching Taylor at her crudest and deranged/calculating Farrow and glorious dirty beast Mitchum. You want to see the beautiful rooms and the dykey sisters and Paddington as I remember it in the late 60s when they were rebuilding it... Well, whatever. But it is one of those weird 60s films that works (and I can think of a lot that don't) and it should not get two or three stars.