Last night I watched The Little Girl Who Lives Down The Lane, starring a 13 year old Jodie Foster as a girl who seems to be living in a big house all by herself. A very creepy (in fact cartoonishly so) and lecherous Martin Sheen starts harassing her, and she schemes to keep her ghastly secrets safe.
The Little Girl Who Lives Down The Lane is at once a serious, gritty 70s film, and at the same time a cheap, ludicrous, B-movie.
While Martin Sheen is laughable, Jodie Foster is amazing. Stony, assertive, and precocious. The only problem with her performance was the distractingly fake wig she wore the whole time (as Sheen's character fetishized her hair...).
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