Psyche 59

Françoise des Ligneris's novel "Psyche '59" becomes a fine dramatic vehicle for the always-sympathetic Patricia Neal, here playing the wife of a wealthy businessman who is suffering from 'hysterical blindness' after a mysterious fall; when sister Samantha Eggar comes to live with her after a failed attempt at marriage, years-old tensions (both resentful and sexual) between Eggar and brother-in-law Curt Jurgens rise to the surface. As photographed in glossy black-and-white by the esteemed Walter Lassally, the picture is a shiny, classy piece of goods, yet director Alexander Singer takes an awfully long time to warm up. The plot (or rather, the point inherent to the plot) doesn't make itself known for at least an hour into the proceedings, while the pretty images and visual tricks eventually become a nuisance. Singer doesn't appear to wrap things up cohesively with his finale, yet it's actually his best bit: Neal's mental handicap and Eggar's need to be the proverbial thorn in the rosebush are dealt with in solely visual terms, and the silent emotions released are triumphant. A near-miss, but worthwhile for fans of psychological melodramas verging on soap opera. **1/2 from ****

Allison Crawford (Patricia Neal) is a happy mother of two. She is blind. She lost her memory of the incident and the blindness may be all in her head. Her husband Eric Crawford (Curd Jürgens) seems supportive. Her younger sister Robin (Samantha Eggar) comes for a visit.

I like the opening premise. I really like Robin flirting with Eric right in front of Allison. I wouldn't mind them stuck together and cook like a simmering stew. Instead, they get split up and that energy dissipates. Patricia Neal tries. Samantha Eggar does her sex kitten best. Curd Jürgens gets pairs up with a dud. The nice simmering stew becomes a boring mess as the filmmaker keeps stirring and adding poor ingredients. By the time they reunite with a couple of other characters, the movie has lost the intensity and it could not regain it.

Psyche 59 is directed by Alexander Singer and adapted to screenplay by Julian Zimet from the novel written by Francoise des Ligneris. It stars Patricia Neal, Curd Jurgens, Samantha Eggar, Ian Bannen and Beatrix Lehmann. Music is by Kenneth V. Jones and cinematography by Walter Lassally.

Blind Alison Crawford (Neal) lives with her husband Eric (Jurgens) and finds the equilibrium of life upset when her young sister Robin (Eggar) comes to stay. It seems there are secrets to will out, both with Robin and the matter of how Alison came to be blind.

A strange, almost hypnotic type of movie, Psyche 59 aims to be a Freudian thriller but just misses the mark of being great. The set up is intriguing, the twists risqué and the photography suitably moody. Neal gives a fine performance as the afflicted Alison, both physically and emotionally, Eggar is super sultry and raises the temperatures considerably, while both Bannen and Jurgens are fine considering the former is under written and the latter gets a character arc that's a bit of a stretch. Unfortunately the pay off is hopelessly weak, the whole build up holds the attention, you sense we are heading for great dramatic denouement, but sadly that's not the case and it leaves a disappointing taste in the mouth. 6/10

Allison Crawford is blind, though there's nothing physically wrong with her eyes. What did Allison see that was so shocking it mentally snapped her vision closed?

This concept alone opens up lots of possibility doors and windows. However, the screenplay writer Julian Zimet decided to go for the weakest of the scenarios available. When the mystery is revealed, though you've probably worked it out well before then, you may feel a little letdown... I know I did.

I don't know if this is the same climax the Francoise Des Ligneris novel has, not having read it, but it could have been a little stronger and believable. This, however, is a small point as the direction and the acting should have you hooked before you get close to the ending.

Alexander Singer uses his cast well and isn't adverse to use them to create a few iconic shots. Some nice close-ups are stronger thanks to the casts acting skills. You can see the worry, the concern, the cunning, and the realisation on their faces. I have to admit I still believe both Patricia Neal and Ian Bannen are miss-cast. They are both good in their portrayals but don't quite hit the mark. It's Samantha Eggar who steals the show as the cunning and oh-so-sexy and sensual sister, Robin. I have to say I even loved the sci-fi reading Grandma played brilliantly by Beatrix Lehmann. Though it's Curd Jurgens as Eric Crawford who surprised me the most. Being the crux of the story, you would have thought it strange for him to be cast as this type of character. But he comes across as strong and reassured that I could believe the notion thoroughly.

This is a good film that verges on greatness. If the story had been reworked a little tighter and the Neal and Bannen characters had been better cast, well, who knows? As it stands though, I would gladly recommend the film to all lovers of mysteries, thrillers, and dramas alike. This is a nice way to spend a wet Sunday afternoon. Along with with your beloved, a warm fire, and a tipple of one kind or another.

Obviously based on a novel (and on a novel by a woman too). I saw this film on TV forty years ago and remembered only the menacing conversation the heroine has with her mother, but that was sufficient to make me want to take another look at it again.

Having enjoyed enormous critical acclaim a couple of years earlier with 'A Cold Wind in August', Alexander Singer blew all the clout he'd gained with that freak success in this elaborate, breaktakingly pretentious folly about the love lives of the fabulously wealthy; and found himself condemned to spend the rest of his career in television. But 'Psyche 59' has awarded him the last laugh, it exists.

A weird hybrid of 'The Miracle Worker' and 'The Pumpkin Eater' (both of which ironically starred Anne Bancroft, who replaced Patricia Neal when she nearly died following a series of debilitating strokes while filming '7 Women' in 1965, barely a year after she'd won an Oscar for 'Hud'). Had Ms Neal died this film would probably be better remembered today, and it would certainly make it an even more vivid experience to watch than it already is. She wears a succession of fabulous outfits devised by Julie Harris plus a pair of those chic sunglasses that blind people always do in the movies, the photography by Walter Lassally is stunning, and the restless score by Kenneth V. Jones creates a similar mood to that his music lent soon afterwards to Roger Corman's 'The Tomb of Ligeia'.

Definitely a film to be watched at least once.