Directed by Frank Perry
Based on Christina Crawford's tell-all memoir of the same name dealing
with her abusive relationship with her mother: Joan Crawford. Faye
Dunaway as Joan, gives one of the most dreadfully over-acted
performances in history. Instead of trying to give an accurate portrayal
of child abuse, or making any attempt at giving a screen legend a fair
and balanced portrait, showing her accomplishments along with her
faults, what we get is this controversy baiting picture with very little
resemblance to the actual subject. People familiar with Crawford's
movies won't find much to recognize of the iconic actress here.
Dunaway's Crawford is a grotesque cartoon more similar to Cruella de Vil
than any real person. Her over-acting is so absurd it succeeds in
making a joke of something that should be no laughing matter, the
serious subject of child abuse. The validity of the claims of the memoir
become irrelevant in the face of such an unbelievably over the top
performance. I defy you not to bust out laughing at some of the scenes
of this movie. Not surprisingly this has rendered the movie a
significant cult hit because like a train-wreck it can be difficult to
look away.
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