Aubry D'Arminio
March 16, 2007 AT 04:00 AM EDT

Classic-movie nerds and costume-film buffs alike have been waiting for the DVD release of The Heiress. You’ve worn out the VHS you taped dutifully off TCM, thumbed compulsively through your Penguin Classic of the Henry James source novel, shouted ”Catherine! Catherine!” as you sweated out your Netflix cue. You already know everything Robert Osborne preaches on the disc’s one paltry EXTRA: De Havilland earned her second Oscar as the titular singleton — ”an entirely mediocre and defenseless creature with not a shred of poise” — whose beastly father starves her of affection and whose one serious suitor is in it for the cash. But you’ll still want it for the crystal digital transfer (Olivia had zits!) and those heart-wrenching gold-medal moments when O.D. spites the two wankers who took the best years of her life and left her a bitter old prune. ”Yes, I can be very cruel,” you’ll shrug together. ”I have been taught by masters.” A

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