I watched The Innocents again tonight, and it gave me chills on several occasions. I think what I must have objected to the first time around was the movie making it a little too obvious a little too early that Deborah Kerr might actually be seeing something, thus slightly compromising the delicate ambiguity that James carefully constructed in The Turn of the Screw. But this time around, with a lot of distance from the novella, I found the film genuinely creepy and the ending eerily disturbing. Somehow I think, with rare exceptions, this kind of refined horror is much more effective in black and white. Anyway, very good movie.