Interesting to see this again after having lived in Alabama for a time. Not so much in terms of the race relations issue; just in terms of the physical space. The small town square bleached out in the summer sun, the back roads like tunnels through the vegetation, the syrupy sense of familiarity and submerged resentments among the neighbors on a shady tree-lined street. It won’t make much sense to you, it hardly makes any sense to me, but something in the mise en scène here really captures the tone of my adopted state.
The story, of course, is The Story. It’s such a shame that we have to see Boo Radley in full lamplight. I would have preferred he stay a cipher to the end. Did you know that’s Robert Duvall? It is! Little Mary Badham does a lovely job.