Quality tearjerker set in 1950s Dublin about a middle aged spinster (Maggie Smith) who devoted her youth to the care of a curmudgeonly aunt (Wendy Hillier). In middle age she finds herself chronically unloved, which she palliates with whiskey while drifting from one cold, impersonal guest house to another...
Until she loses her faith and identifies the Catholic Church as the main driver in her inconspicuous tragedy. This adaptation of Brian Moore's novel is foremost a medium for Smith's heartbreaking performance as the solitary woman who spent a lifetime putting her faith in god but finds she got so little in return.
Surely Dame Maggie would have been a global star but for the collapse of the UK film industry in her peak years. Bob Hoskins is well cast in support as an Irish American suitor who assumes the solitary introvert has some money set aside that he might exploit... Plus there's some Chopin and a sorrowful string score...
But this isn't heritage cinema; there is a touch of grotesque realism in the candid photography and the wilful cruelty inflicted on the lonely heart. Credit to Jack Clayton who- in the UK at least- only directed classics and channelled so many all time great performances by legendary female actors.