A Nebbadoon review by Joan Ellis. A handful of widows have staked out the best hill in town for their territorial matriarchy. With a grand cast working in close harmony, the film's collapse must be laid at the door of writer Hugh Leonard, who dawdles forever while counting on the flimsy final plot twist. Plowright plays her usual comic and competent eccentric, Richardson is a predictably strong presence and Farrow is a bird flying free of the restraints that shackled her in recent movies. These very different movies fail in large part because of poor scripts, proving yet again that good storytelling is a treasured art.
Writers abound, but tale spinners are an elusive lot.