My shame, my crown of thorns


The Night of the Hunter (Charles Laughton, 1955)

When the wolf in sheep’s clothing Harry (Robert Mitchum) chases the children up the cellar staircase, his outstretched arms and corpse-like profile are an iconic symbol of desperate cruelty, and of fear. Later, when a larger group of children form a line behind their adopted mother (Lillian Gish) and follow her through the town, the image is almost as scary. Although she takes care of the children, and is a beautiful motherly figure, the decorum with which she operates, although devoted, is chillingly tainted. As though she could snap at any moment.


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