Movie |
England | Based On Novel Or Book
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Best Motion Picture | 1962 | William
Outstanding Directorial Achievement in Motion Pictures | 1962 | Jack
Best Written American Drama | 1962 | Truman
Budget 430,000 USD
Box Office Collection 1,200,000 USD
To create such sharp visuals, director of photography Freddie Francis used lots of huge bright lamps. Deborah Kerr sometimes had to resort to wearing sunglasses between takes. He also had candles custom made with four or five wicks entwined to produce more light.
Deborah Kerr was said to have regarded this as her finest performance.
Producer and director Jack Clayton didn't want the children to be exposed to the darker themes of the story, so they never saw the screenplay in its entirety. The children were given their pages the day before they were to be filmed.
François Truffaut regarded this as the best British movie since Sir Alfred Hitchcock had left for America.
Truman Capote took a break from writing "In Cold Blood" in order to rewrite the screenplay for this film.
"Miles: What shall I sing to my lord from my window? What shall I sing for my lord will not stay? What shall I sing for my lord will not listen? Where shall I go when my lord is away? Whom shall I love when the moon is arisen? Gone is my lord and the grave is his prison. What shall I say when my lord comes a calling? What shall I say when he knocks on my door? What shall I say when his feet enter softly? Leaving the marks of his grave on my floor. Enter my lord. Come from your prison. Come from your grave, for the moon is a risen. Welcome, my lord."
"Flora: [singing] We lay, my love and I, beneath the weeping willow. But now alone I lie and weep beside the tree. Singing "Oh willow waly" by the tree that weeps with me. Singing "Oh willow waly" till my lover returns to me. We lay, my love and I, beneath the weeping willow. But now alone I lie. Oh willow I die, oh willow I die..."
