Wise's (well, Jackson's) "The Haunting" is the gold standard. Julie Harris, Claire Bloom. One might say, "say no more," but in fact, both are particularly brilliant here, even considering stellar (and more praised) work elsewhere. Bloom's performance is so effortlessly spot-on, a smug, complex, maddeningly narcissistic yet oddly compassionate era-specific bohemian, devoid of a whiff of caricature. But Julie is the heartbeat, and once you settle into her eccentric outre rhythms early on, you get quite a ride.
"I'm a comedian, but in my spare time, things bother me." Garry Shandling