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"Oh, that is famous!" said Miss Thane. "We can now promote her betrothal to him with clear consciences. But it is vexing for you to be obliged to look about you for another lady eligible for the post you require her to fill. Are you set on marrying a young female?""I am not set on marrying anyone, and I beg that you--""Well, that should make it easier," said Miss Thane. "Very young ladies are apt to be romantic, and that would never do.""I certainly do not look for romance in marriage, but pray do not let my affairs--""It must be someone past the age of being hopeful of getting a husband," pursued Miss Thane, sinking her hand in her chin again."Thank you!" said Sir Tristram."Not handsome-- I do not think we can expect her to be more than passable," decided Miss Thane. "Good birth would of course be an essential?""Really, Miss Thane, this conversation--""Luckily," she said, "there are any number of plain females of good birth but small fortune to be found in town. You may meet a few at the subscription balls at Almack's but I daresay I could find you a dozen to choose from whose Mamas have long since ceased to bring them to the 'Marriage Market.' After a certain number of seasons they have to yield place to younger sisters, you know.""You are too kind, ma'am!""Not at all; I shall be delighted to help you," Miss Thane assured him. "I have just the sort of female that would suit you in my mind's eye. A good, affectionate girl with no pretensions to beauty, and a grateful disposition. She must be past the age of wanting to go to parties, and she must not expect you to make pretty speeches to her. I wonder-- Would you object to her having a slight-- a very slight squint in one eye?""Yes, I should," said Sir Tristram. "Nor have I the smallest desire to--"Miss Thane sighed. "Well, that is a pity. I had thought of the very person for you.""Let me beg you not to waste your time thinking of another! The matter is not urgent."She shook her head. "I cannot agree with you. After all, when one approaches middle age--""Middle-- Has anyone ever boxed your ears, Miss Thane?""No, never," said Miss Thane looking blandly up at him."You have been undeservedly fortunate," he said grimly.
If the overall premise of a hypothesis is flawed, can the outcome of that hypothesis ever bear fruit?
It does in the case of Twisted Nerve. Released in 1968, this psychological thriller manages to rise above the filmmaker's false premise which tries to link anti-social behavior to Down's Syndrome, of all things.
A handsome, keenly intelligent young man named Martin (the amazing Hywel Bennett) has a terrible home life. His stepfather hates him, his overbearing mother treats him like a two-year-old, and his older brother has been institutionalized because he has Down's Syndrome. Martin isn't entirely alone, however. Another personality, that of six-year-old "Georgie," has manifested itself in Martin's psyche and both Martin and Georgie become obsessed with a pretty, young librarian named Susan.
Hitchcock-ian elements are applied here to great effect. The script is sharp, the dialogue cuts like a pair of scissors, and the fantastically creepy score has even found a second life thanks to Quentin Tarantino and "Kill Bill."
Hayley Mills shines as the naively beautiful Susan, and Billie Whitelaw is terrific as her single, sexually frustrated mother, but Hywel Bennet is the movie's true star. His finely crafted portrayal of a young man slipping further into madness is positively arresting.