Asinine 60's crapola
This movie was 60's drivel from start to finish (and yes, I was there). The only saving grace was Helen Mirren's naked body. James Mason was a totally unpleasant, self centered tightass and a lousy artist to boot. Were we really supposed to believe the bunk he produced was actually sellable? Maybe as airport restroom wallpaper.
This movie was really only about a middle aged man getting some hot young tail. Forget all the pretentious "artistic inspiration" BS. Nothing wrong with that (the young tail part), but don't try to pass it off to me as something noble. Good thing for James the local cop turned a blind eye and grandma was finally out of the way. They didn't waste any time shedding tears for her did they?
"I only took six minutes"
"I can kill twenty men in six minutes"