No film has ever left me feeling more depressed than Lolita. I found myself not just begging for the film to end, but for every single scene to end.
James Mason was always the master of all things lugubrious, and the talents of Peter Sellers and Shelley Winters are beyond doubt. And I don't expect every film I watch to be happy-clappy / isn't-life-wonderful. But did they have to make it quite so bleak?
Only 2 stars because it's so dispiriting.