It pains me to write about how awful this movie is because it has such great credentials. Let's start with the cast. Anthony Perkins is always interesting to watch, especially in non-typecast roles like "Goodbye Again" and "Five Miles To Midnight." But by 1970, the Norman Bates persona was wearing thin and looking rather one-note, though not yet milked to death by endless "Psycho" sequels. Julie Harris is at her whiniest in this one, worse than her cloying performance in "The Haunting." And dear Joan Hackett, who always lent an extra layer of depth to her characters is totally wasted in a non-essential role. Director Curtis Harrington helmed one of my favorite guilty pleasures, 1967's "Games," which showed a sure-handed flair for suspense and visual sophistication, none of which is evident in this film. Writer Henry Farrell transcended mere Gothic horror in "What Ever Happened To Baby Jane" by making a strong statement about the price of fame. Composer Laurence Rosenthal produced many fine film scores, like "The Miracle Worker." but no audio cues stand out here. With all this talent at work, how did this movie turn out to be such a bore? It moves at a snail's pace, has no logic or suspense, and builds to a climax you'll see coming a mile away.