It's really hard for me to verbalize my feelings towards this film. A draining experience for sure. That's why Roth's direction is certainly admirable, he throws this subject at our face, makes us feel guilty, confused, even like accomplices. The acting here is beyond perfection, especially Miss Belmont, whose work I consider one of the best screen debuts of all time.
This one hurts. Ebert nailed it when he said, this not a movie "about incest as an issue, but about incest as a blow to the heart and the soul." Lots of favorable comparisons of Roth to Bergman after this came out, but what will forever stick to me most is the deep-seated unease this film provokes, as well it should.
[Spoilers] Deeply disturbing portrait of child abuse in a family, which dares to show an abuser not as a monster but as for the most part a loving parent. The final scene, which implies the cyclical nature of abuse, is one of the most brutal ever endings in film. Belmont's performance especially is staggering.