A middle-aged man (James Mason, pictured left) falls for a very young girl (Sue Lyon, right).
Reviewed by Chris Tookey
This is one of the best-written novels of the twentieth century, but its frankly paedophile subject-matter makes it problematic for any film-maker. Kubrick tries to get round the difficulty by reducing the amount of sex to near-zero: the lovers never kiss, and the most erotic moment is one when Lolita paints her toenails. Kubrick also makes the leading lady a maturing 14 rather than a pubescent 12, as she is in the book. All this rather diminishes the effect, however, and turns it into a comedy about Humbert's sexual embarrassment. The attempts at humour aren't very funny and the script is wordy. This is a botched effort, worth watching only for the performances of Mason and Winters.