Lead by powerful performances by Robert Blake and Scott Wilson, competently directed by Richard Brooks (Cat On A Hot Tin Roof, The Professionals), beautifully shot (and featuring iconic imagery) by master cinematographer Conrad Hall and bouncing along with a jazzy score by Quincy Jones, In Cold Blood, famously based on Truman Capote's book, is a mostly excellent film and has all the trademarks to be a true bonafide ***** classic, but falls short (for me), due to being slightly overlong, the shifting narrative, odd extended tonal switches and weaker performances by supporting actors. But man, those images...
Blix: Truly, master.
Darkness: And is your heart black, and full of hate?
Blix: Black as midnight. Black as pitch. Blacker than the foulest witch.
Blunder: She was so sweet. I could eat her brains like jam!
Meg: Oh, indeed I do! (cackles)
There are reasons to appreciate both versions (Theatrical and Director's Cut) of Legend. I think I actually prefer the Theatrical, but Jerry Goldsmith's score in the Director's Cut is truly unique and gives the film a completely different flavor.