The Dwelling Place

The Dwelling Place is one of the best books I've ever read with strong characters and an unforgettable plot. This movie is NOTHING like the book. Nothing. The Cissie of the book was beautiful, strong, dignified and weighed down by the burden of having to feed and shelter nine children; the Cissie in the movie looked and acted like a street urchin who never displayed grief at losing her parents and who obviously never combed her hair.

The characters of Isabel and Clive were so stereotypical that it was laughable - she was the evil witch and he was the weak-kneed pretty boy with not one ounce of courage.

The only cast member worth a nickel was Ray (who played Matthew). The screenwriters and directors of this joke should hang their heads in shame.