Anne-Marie Mallik in Alice in Wonderland, directed by Jonathan Miller, 1966
Have to get my hands on this. From memory, ridiculously gorgeous - last time I saw it (and from what I recall, a television play?) I was 12, hopped off my rocker on crazy migraine medication (even then I was traipsing about in the proverbial Valley of the Dolls, and Lewis Carroll plays so nicely into that feeding-one’s-head process), and had been unwisely given the complete works of Hunter S. Thompson as a present from my probably too egalitarian mother. Good times. Note to self: This is all probably an excellent psychoanalytic pretext for the later penchant for getting covered in Alice-themed tattoos.