This movie scared the bejeezus outta me when I first saw it. Something in that image of the lifeless Shelley Winters staring~up, open~eyed, from her watery grave as her children passed overhead in a rowboat as they tried to escape from Robert Mitchum's slimy ex~convict character, pretending to be a parson (Rev. Harry Powell), really creeped me out! It was Mitchum's movie (w/ Lillian Gish supporting), but one of Winters' lines, taken here outta context, has stayed w/ me.

As the doomed Willa Harper to her new husband, the Rev. Harry Powell:

192Ø > 2ØØ6

>;~}