Cast overview, first billed only: | |||
Joan Crawford | ... | Louise Howell | |
Van Heflin | ... | David Sutton | |
Raymond Massey | ... | Dean Graham | |
Geraldine Brooks | ... | Carol Graham | |
Stanley Ridges | ... | Dr. Harvey Willard | |
John Ridgely | ... | Harker | |
Moroni Olsen | ... | Dr. Ames | |
Erskine Sanford | ... | Dr. Max Sherman | |
Peter Miles | ... | Wynn Graham (as Gerald Perreau) | |
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Jakob Gimpel | ... | Pianist (as Jacob Gimpel) |
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Isabel Withers | ... | Nurse Rosen |
Lisa Golm | ... | Elsie | |
Douglas Kennedy | ... | Asst. District Attorney | |
Monte Blue | ... | Norris | |
Don McGuire | ... | Dr. Craig |
A woman wanders the streets of Los Angeles in some sort of emotional distress. She is also under some delusion as she approaches many men, strangers who she calls "David". Eventually, an ambulance is called, the attendants who take her to the hospital, where she is eventually placed in the psychiatric ward. Placing her under some medication to help her remember, Dr. Harvey Willard, the psychiatrist on duty, is able to get some semblance of a story out of her over the ensuing days. This phase of her life begins just over a year ago when she, single RN Louise Howell, is under the employ of wealthy Dean Graham to take care of his chronically ill and largely bedridden wife, Pauline Graham, at their lake house outside of Washington, DC. Due to her circumstances, Pauline believes that Dean and Louise are carrying on an affair behind her back. Louise can see that Dean does have feelings for her that way in his loneliness. The "David" in question is David Sutton, a civil engineer who lives ... Written by Huggo
This movie takes the smoldering talents of Joan Crawford and lets them burn the screen down, right before your eyes...she's utterly convincing as a fairly demented "possessed" lover, torn to pieces by hideous dysfunction. The lowest of lows, and not many highs...
Mildred Pierce laid the template down; Possessed fills the template and makes it its own. What I personally love is the "Hollywood Gothic" aspect, the redolence of that: every frame is steeped in it, every moment is cradled in its embrace. One of those movies that you watch, mouth agape, and whisper to yourself, "Christ, the aesthetics...was the world ever really like that?" Apparently so.
Oh, and for the record - it was a better world.