Few films showcase Technicolor’s splendor like this gorgeously engorged adaptation of a Victorian-era bodice-ripper involving a beautiful half-gypsy wildling and the men who lust for her. “The world’s a big spring trap, with us in it,” sighs Hazel (Jennifer Jones) as she spins between a kindly, smitten parson and a leering squire with a twitchy whip hand. “She wanted neither; her passion, no less intense, was for freedom.” Saturated with foreboding, pantheistic imagery, and a Technicolor palette as vivid as its roiling sexual psychoses, Gone to Earth “recalls that other fairy story of innocence and menace, Night of the Hunter” (Time Out).