Two Loves (M-G-M). Laurence Harvey follows his square Lithuanian jaw right through Shirley MacLaine's bedroom window, grabs her by the shoulders and shakes her hard: "Are you so happy sleeping alone?"
"I'm so used to it," croaks Shirley.
"Coward! Coward!" brays Larry, and withdraws to his bachelor lair, sulking that Shirley is all "thick Puritan malted American milk, not a woman atall."
Rather than a malted, Shirley is really a marma frustrated, febrile virgin teaching a grist of young Maoris in New Zealand, the homeland of Author Sylvia Ashton-Warner, on whose literary masterpiece, Spinster, the film is basedor, better, grounded. For all that was...