The blinding of horses is something that works a great deal better as stage symbolism than as cinematic fact, and that's one of the several things wrong with the way Equus has been brought to the screen.

Equus has the strength of a ritual and in its calculated, crashing moments it achieves a notable impact. [Full review in Spanish]

Sidney Lumet's handling of the material doesn't miss a beat; the only real trace of an encroaching staginess can be found in some of Dysart's lengthy monologues.

Still, an eminently worthwhile film, with two showboat performances by Burton and Firth.