I expected a lot from this one, but I was disappointed. Oh, it's okay. It's certainly gorgeous looking and there are a handful of memorable scenes, but the story is convoluted (and the solutions to its mysteries are often delivered in clunky chunks of expositional speech) and it undercuts the horror with a misplaced jocularity. Between Ray Milland's sardonicism and the jaunty musical score, suspense is never allowed to build up. Few on screen seem particularly scared of the film's ghosts. The story follows Milland and his sister (Ruth Hussey), who buy a supposedly haunted house in Scotland. The apparent ghost was a woman who threw herself off the cliff outside of the house. The dead woman's daughter (Gail Russell) has never been allowed in the house by her grandfather (Donald Crisp), but she starts to fall for Milland, who invites her in. The ghost's presence becomes more pronounced, and it seems to be attracted to Russell. A thought that often occurs to me with any older horror film that doesn't work for me: what would this have been like in the hands of Val Lewton? He never did a ghost story, and this one might have been perfect for him.