Directed by: Edward Dmytryk
Starring:
High campy drama with the likes of Bette Davis chewing up the scenery. Photo copyright: Paramount (1964)
Directed by the veteran Edward Dmytryk and produced by Joseph E. Levine although with the gloss and melodrama of a vintage Ross Hunter/Douglas Sirk production. The sets are gorgeous and the gowns by Edith Head are properly extravagant. The male lead (Mike Connors of television's Mannix) is on the wooden side and gets completely overshadowed by the women and by DeForest Kelley of Star Trek fame as Hayward's cynical agent.
The joy here is watching the women chew the scenery. Hayward barking out lines, Heatherton crying, and Davis clearly enunciating every syllable. The plot has been done many times before and since, and you know where the story is heading, although there is a slight Mildred Pierce-like twist at the end, but it's fun watching these hams at work.
One unintentionally funny aspect of the movie is the long flashback sequence near the beginning. It is supposed to take place 15 years earlier but nothing is different. All of the characters appear to be the same age, the clothes and hairstyles are the same, hell even the sets look the same.
The sex in the story is classic Harold Robbins and it was probably fairly shocking for its day. Heatherton's character is only 15 and is already sexually active with her mother's lover. Hayward's character is portrayed as a sexual predator that picks up men in bars and on street corners. When her alcoholic husband makes sexual advances towards her she responds, "You're not the first today, I'm just getting warmed up!" He tells her, "You're not a woman, you're a disease!"
Oh the drama of it all.
Photos © Copyright Paramount Pictures (1964)