Millicent Wetherby is a middle-aged woman whose life is devoid of love and affection. Millicent's solitary existence changes when she encounters Burt Hansen a charismatic younger man. As ... See full summary »
Millicent Wetherby is a middle-aged woman whose life is devoid of love and affection. Millicent's solitary existence changes when she encounters Burt Hansen a charismatic younger man. As Burt successfully woos her and wins her hand in marriage, rumors begin to surface that Millicent's newfound beau is in fact a deranged maniac. Things grow even more complicated for Millicent when a woman claiming to be Hansen's first wife shows up. As Burt begins to lose control of himself, Millicent ponders the most radical of actions against her husband. Written by
In an interview for a much later documentary on Joan Crawford, Cliff Robertson recounts his first meeting with her, at her home. Already somewhat intimidated by working with the legendary Crawford, he is let in, then hears her call from poolside, where she's sunning, "Come on out, dear boy. We've been waiting for you." Robertson has nothing but admiration for Crawford's talent and incredible technical disciple. At one point, director Bob Aldrich wanted Crawford to cry, but only slightly. A tear or two. "Which eye?" Robertson recalls Crawford asking. Then repeats the anecdote, amazed, "'Which EYE?'" See more »
Aw, Milly. You wouldn't want me to spend the rest of my life with a bubble-gum addict. Would you, Milly?
Sorry, I goofed!
You "goofed?" Hey, man, that's "Bop" talk! Where did you ever pick that up?
Well, why shouldn't I pick up an expression here and there? I'm not THAT old!
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Once director Robert Aldrich got around to shaping her latter-day career, Joan Crawford did some very good films, this being one of them. Absorbing nonsense is gusty and often ridiculous...still, I wouldn't have it any other way. Crawford is quite strong here playing a single woman making her living as a stay-at-home typist; she marries much-younger Cliff Robertson, a pathological liar, and quickly discovers the many secrets he has in his murky past. Florid melodrama is filled with fruity dialogue and overheated set-ups (like the infamous thrown typewriter), fluttering hands and fluttering eyelashes. A trashy delight, and sure to please soap buffs. *** from ****
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