I originally saw this movie when it opened in Hollywood in 1968, and was baffled. What could have drawn major stars like Kim Novak and Peter Finch into this bizarre, uneven, amateurish-looking production? People now try to pass it off as a satire, but it was presented straight back then. Kim Novak is terrible at playing this "legendary" actress, and having a ridiculously deep, Germanic voice suddenly emerge from somewhere in her innards is laughable whenever it happens, which is too often. Much is made of some mysterious "fall" that propelled the legendary Lylah to her death. Since a prominent feature of her former home is a dangerous, monumental staircase (without any safety railings) that would never pass any building code inspection, it's difficult not to assume that somebody is eventually going to fall from that staircase, maybe even the possessed(?) reincarnated(?) Lylah impersonator herself. The incoherent plot is jumbled with too many similar characters -- lots of mannish lesbians lurk about -- and never makes the slightest bit of sense. I really hated this movie both times I saw it, separated by 40 years.