Run Home, Slow

This is such a memorable film to me personally that I had a hard time deciding whether to give it a 1 or a 10. My college roommates and I found this masterpiece playing in a third rate downtown movie house in Philadelphia after a night of underage drinking sometime in 1967 or '68. (Relax. We used the subway; none of us had cars.) Running out of places that would serve us, we staggered into the theater, paying well under a dollar apiece. None of us knew who Mercedes McCambridge was, except that she sounded like someone who was once important. After seeing this film, Ms. McCambridge, became the butt of our there-but-for-the-grace-of-God-go-I jokes for years. I have since developed a real admiration for the actress, but the instant I hear her name or see her on film, the first thing I think of is "Run Home Slow". Message to my children: first impressions count!