I watched this one frosty evening recently on satellite telly when there was little else on. I imagine it was cutting edge in its day, with an interesting title and lots of artistic scenes of owls, but to me in the twenty first century it was like the worst bits of history class mixed with the worst bits of owl study. Not only was there no real story line, but the whole film was clearly based on an animal version of Dickens' Great Expectations. It was a shambles from beginning to end.
I have to say that I much prefer films with sound. I don't have a problem with black and white films but the combination of the two can become somewhat tiresome.
So imagine watching over an hour of forced owl acting with no colour and frankly no talent. The scene when pip finally confronts miss haversham in the restaurant isn't interpreted well by the owls.
In all, a misguided, out dated and slightly daft arty take on a classic story which should only be viewed by the very devoted maniac.