My overwhelming reaction to this script and Jewison’s direction of it is bleh. Nothing terribly interesting about the (very typically) lazy pseudo-psychiatric meets pseudo-Catholic writing, although possibly the extremely dated dialogue about the saints smoking might have qualified as clever at one time. Jane Fonda telegraphs the outcome to one extent or another in so many scenes that suspense doesn’t build and the mystery never feels all that mysterious, but the nuns are the ones worth watching.
Anne Bancroft’s performance is a beautiful thing, perfecting the art of balance between likeable and suspicious behaviors. Meg Tilly is quite the lamb here, rapturous in her conviction, and psychologically brittle.
Three stars for them, and them alone.