Passionate and philosophical adaptation of Tennessee WIlliams' last great play. It is set on the photogenic coast of the remote Mexican rain forest where wandering strays assemble by chance. It's a location where cinema rarely goes; not just on a map, but in the human heart.
Richard Burton plays a disgraced priest. And he is the image in the title, tied up and hysterical and essentially saved by a nomadic artist (Deborah Kerr). This is like alcoholics anonymous, but for people who can't outrun their demons. She has been there herself and knows what it takes to survive, to endure.
The reverend has been locked out of his church in America. Working as a tour operator, he leads a religious party headed by a repressed middle aged woman more interested in finding the comforts of home than the secrets of Mexico. He is tempted by a sexually precocious young woman (Sue Lyon) which is what got him into trouble in the first place.
There is an amazing cast: Burton, Kerr and Ava Gardner are all believable despite all the poetic mysticism. It's funny in the early scenes with Burton particularly good, driven loco by his frailty until he discovers that in the absence of god, we can only be saved by the kindness of strangers.