A long yawn from an earnestly dull Hollywood veteran, Fred Zinnemann, whose reverential attitude toward his material–Lillian Hellman’s recollections of an impossibly pure girlhood friend–drains it of any trace of spontaneity or verve. It’s all in such good taste that it’s downright stupefying–they don’t make impeccably mounted productions like this anymore, and there’s a reason. With Jane Fonda, Vanessa Redgrave, and Jason Robards (1977).