This is a movie I never tire of seeing. Margaret O'Brien is just about perfect in the part of Mary Lennox, an orphan who finds herself in a house full of strange people.
Along the way she finds love in friendship, a love that was never shown to her by her parents.
The book on which this film is based by Frances Hodgson Burnett, was my favourite book as a child and I've given many copies to children over the years. This movie is quite a perfect replica of the book, apart from the injection of a totally unnecessary "crime" element. The characters are multi-dimensional, a wounded father flailing against the world and projecting illness on to his son. The son, Colin, played by a very young and handsome Dean Stockwell, in turn reacting with tantrums and hate to the world around him.
Mary has her own issues, feeling ugly and unloved due to her past in India.
Unhappiness reigns in the Manor House headed up by Herbert Marshall playing Colin's father - a brilliant performance.
There is a teeming cast of well known names to add to the flavour of the film: Dame Gladys Cooper as the housekeeper; Elsa Lanchester as the maid; Reginald Owen as the mysterious gardener.
The black and white filming adds a morbid darkness with the colour sequences in the garden contrasting beautifully.
The only flaw was the settish nature of the scenes, even the gardens are "back lot".
But these quibbles aside, some movies one can get immersed in afresh with each viewing. This is one that takes you in and doesn't let up till the final very satisfying frame.
9 out of 10.