This is a complicated drama of relationships, where the knot of complications is Laurence Harvey, who is compelled to endure a life he hates, confined to a farm where he has to live with his younger brother, a helpless somnambulist, and their grandmother, who only reads the Bible. Laurence has a girl friend who is not tolerated by the grandmother, who commands Laurence to send her back to where she came from, while he insists on going out to party with her in a pub. A doctor is involved who has a taste for whisky, a good friend of the grandmother, and it is ultimately he who resolves the knot of complications.
It's a tense and terse drama with rather abrupt scenes, but the psychology is very interesting and engaging, especially as the tragedy of the younger brother's helplessness in his somnambulism grows in importance to outweigh the elder brother's frustrations - who is more tragic? More could have been done of such a drama, as it is it is cut short in less than an hour, while for instance John Schlesinger could have made something great of it. As it is, it is no more than something of a sketched documentary, but with vibrant life and great acting.
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