The Longest Night

I must have watched this film in 1972 on an old box TV, I would have been almost 7 and to this day I can still remember the room where we were sat and certain scenes from this film. The blanket of autumn leaves covering the buried chamber where the kidnapped girl lay, the way the interior of her chamber was shot, the pipes for breathing and for water. From this summer in 1972, I have always had a fear of small enclosed spaces and being kidnapped!! Where my dear parents were that night, allowing such a small child to watch such a film, I do not know! But I am living proof that effective, subtle films can affect children deeply and in this easily accessible media age, parents really do have to be careful. Perhaps if I saw this film again, my phobias would fade. A remake would be great!