The movie (like the play) is about a boy who blinded some horses. Richard Burton plays a psychiatrist who figures out why, speechifies, and chews the scenery. The answer has something to do with the fact that a girl liked the boy but the boy liked and/or loved and/or idealized horses. I imagine that if you were to commission Salvador Dali and Bruno Bettelheim to concoct an inexplicable shocking incident and then a Freudian-adjacent explanation for it, you might get Equus. Thinking that the scenario is plausible is real life is beyond my powers of imagination. It's hilarious that this was once taken seriously. For all that, listening to Burton's mellifluous deep-sounding tirades is very enjoyable.
