Marnie (movie 1964) Feed the fish

There seems to be a prevalent mentality in cinema that conflates "old" and "classic." In fact, throw in "good" there too.
Basically, old movies get labeled as classics, regardless of whether they are actually good and hold up to the test of time (Psycho, anyone?) or are simply old and dated and rather laughable by modern standards. Like this one.

Marnie started its life as a novel, before becoming a movie, a stage play, a radio play, and even an opera. It is entirely possible that at the time of its original cinematic release in 1964, it was something special for the audiences. Between the famous director and the twin sex appeal of his current favorite blonde and the smoldering Bond, James Bond, and the revolutionary (for the time!) psychological revelations.

Watched 60 years later, it's rather ludicrous. The plot is easily predictable, the acting is over the top. The directorial "red" effects are hilariously distracting as are the screeching violins of the soundtrack. 
The dialogue is amusingly uneven with some terrific one-lines and some decidedly less so, like Connery's character casually musing about beating Marnie, which is rather dark, given Connery's record with statements on violence against women.

The movie received mixed reviews from the critics when it came out, and in present day, it's difficult to see what, if any, value it may possibly have, outside of some sort of dated kitsch factor. It tends to inevitably fall in a respectable vault due to its pedigree and age, but it's no classic. Not all that glitters is gold; sometimes a "classic" is just old.

​Pass.