Few movies are as far out and whacky as Sweet Charlotte. From the double opening to the shattering conclusion, this revved up monster crawls through family secrets and depravities as happily as a pig crawls through mud. The story resembles Faulkner's Snopes novels in a way. While the performances(particularly Agnes Moorehead's)sparkle with the sort of tragic lunacy Lina Wertmuller drew out of her players in the seventies. Aldrich's best.
Review of Hush...Hush, Sweet Charlotte
