Any film that has both Michael Caine & Rex Ingram in it couldn't possibly be totally without interest. But this very long film based on a very big book full of overheated passions and hilarious attempts at Southern accents is sadly typical late Preminger.
God knows what poor John Mark, who gives the film's worst performance as Fonda & Caine's horrible child (Burgess Meredith of course gives the best) would have done if an accent had ever been required of him, but he doesn't even get the chance since he just spends the whole film mewling.
(Conspicuous by their absence from the film itself is the Ku Klux Klan. But they were keeping a watchful eye on the film's production in Georgia, which required police protection.)
God knows what poor John Mark, who gives the film's worst performance as Fonda & Caine's horrible child (Burgess Meredith of course gives the best) would have done if an accent had ever been required of him, but he doesn't even get the chance since he just spends the whole film mewling.
(Conspicuous by their absence from the film itself is the Ku Klux Klan. But they were keeping a watchful eye on the film's production in Georgia, which required police protection.)