Warren Beatty is a smoldering, abusive bunch of confused machismo as Berry-Berry, and Angela Lansbury's mother character is an interesting counterpoint to her role (and its incestuous undertones) in Frankenheimer's *The Manchurian Candidate*, but that schmaltzy ending is just too much to take seriously. Also, though we spend a fair amount of time with each member of the family, they still somehow seem underdeveloped.
A mid-western melodrama from a Wiliam Inge script, ala Picnic, Come Back Little Sheba, or Splendor in the Grass. Good as any of those, perhaps blacker in tone. This was when Frankenheimer was on a roll. He'd recently left directing TV dramas and had an estimable run which began with this one, followed by Birdman of Alcatraz, The Manchurian Candidate, Seven Days in May, The Train, and Seconds. Good cast, a surprise.