I can't decide whether this movie is a turkey or a dog. Maybe a turg. Or a dogkey. No matter, it's trash, and I can't figure out why, in the middle of a run like The Boston Strangler, 10 Rillington Place, The New Centurions, and Soylent Green - all true modern classics - Richard Fleischer would churn out something so terrible. Right from the outset it's bad; the nameless, faceless psycho malefactor is only allowed to express itself via a tacky pair of cowboy boots, and it's a gimmick that falls flat. Farrow as the blind victim offers no insight (pun intended) into her character or predicament, opting instead for wandering around a giant mud bog and banging on stuff. There's just nothing here. Nothing.
Now, if you want a blind-woman-in-peril movie, do not pass go, and do not collect $200: Go directly to "Wait Until Dark".
Now, if you want a blind-woman-in-peril movie, do not pass go, and do not collect $200: Go directly to "Wait Until Dark".