Bathed in Peter Mumford's exquisite lighting--a Rembrandtesque gold to match the warmth of the quietly acknowledged love between Ursula and Vincent in act one, a chilly mix of shadows for the play's somber final minutes--Higgins' face expresses even the slightest changes in feeling with remarkable subtlety and clarity, keeping us aware of the roiling heart beneath the black linen widow's weeds.
The structure ordains reticences and gaps, the film's emotional substance is liquid, ambiguous and unruly, as true to the flesh and as full of suggestive shadows as the Rembrandtesque lighting.