Few actresses have been as good at conveying troubled emotions as the redoubtable Phyllis Thaxter. Here she's got a showcase. Her newly-wed Virginia Walker returns with husband (Nicol) to his boyhood home before leaving on their honeymoon. Trouble is hubby's gradually overcome by nostalgia for his mother and and their boyhood life together. But is it just his nostalgia or is it an infernal force in the house that's drawing him back. Maybe it's even the spectral spirit of his dead mother, beckoning. Meanwhile, Virginia's having her own misperceptions—a dial phone becomes an old upright, an old kitchen suddenly replaces the modern one. Then there's that infernal grandfather clock that appears to have a mind of its own.
Throughout this gradual return of the past, Thaxter must register the growing panic, which she does expertly. No, nothing much happens in an action-filled way, so the cast, along with ace director Brahm, carries the load. Still, the results show how this classic series could lift even an actionless and time-worn premise to highly entertaining heights.