EMT shows up to treat your mom, who has taken the gas either intentionally, accidentally or murderously. Guy wanders into your living room uninvited where you are playing piano.
As you cry crocodile tears about your mother's predicament. He slaps you because ''the manual says a slap is supposed to treat hysterics."
Holy smokes have we come a long way.
Before you know it, Jean Simmons is in the same diner as Robert Mitchum. How she knew where he'd end up after his shift, who knows. They talk some mumbo-jumbo, and away we go.
The whole thing has the feel of a movie where the studios just had to stick their stars in something, anything, to keep them working under contract. Which is more or less how it went down, judging by other commentors who seem to know how nutjob Howard Hughes operated.
Ultimately a very skippable mess.
As you cry crocodile tears about your mother's predicament. He slaps you because ''the manual says a slap is supposed to treat hysterics."
Holy smokes have we come a long way.
Before you know it, Jean Simmons is in the same diner as Robert Mitchum. How she knew where he'd end up after his shift, who knows. They talk some mumbo-jumbo, and away we go.
The whole thing has the feel of a movie where the studios just had to stick their stars in something, anything, to keep them working under contract. Which is more or less how it went down, judging by other commentors who seem to know how nutjob Howard Hughes operated.
Ultimately a very skippable mess.