Strike two for Liz Taylor, as an ageing London prozzie who can’t shake off supposed long lost daughter Mia Farrow. She eventually lets her stay with her, only for the kid’s child-molesting stepdad, Robert Mitchum, to turn up in a Michael Eavis beard. There’s not much fun to be had here, though the daffy double act of Dames Peggy Ashcroft and Pamela Brown comes close. When the losses started rolling in, Universal desperately re-imagined the thing as a psychiatric procedural plodder and flogged it to the telly networks. It was, amazingly, even worse.