I did not know how much it would haunt me, though.
The Children’s Hour is one of those very few movies whose story I have retold time and time again.
Watching it again a couple of days ago, I was as disturbed as I was the first time I watched it. I was moved to tears more than once. Emotion, passion, frustration, desire, love, fear – everything comes together in The Children’s Hour.
I knew what was going to happen and sobbed in anticipation.
I saw what happened and something within me seemed to wither.
It’s not a film that should have a blurb because anything you say is either insufficient or too much.
I would leave it at this – I had no idea that a black and white film made in the 60s could be so bold, powerful and disturbing.