Sandy Dennis, with her wiggly mouth and widdershins acting style, might as well have a curl in the middle of her forehead. Because when she is bad, she is horrid. In one of her two most recent roles, she is excellent, though the movie goes sour anyway. In the other, it is hard to tell which is more ludicrous—Sandy or the film.
D. H. Lawrence was a paladin of explicit sex in a world still impressed by censors; he might be surprised to see how his novella The Fox had to be fixed...
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