why I never sleep...
So last night's late night movie indulgence was a wacky little Joan Crawford film called "The Story of Esther Costello."
I just read a review that said this was "Miracle Worker" meets "Johnny Belinda," which it was ... with a side of rape and an evil non-profit/charitable organization to boot. Oh, and a good-hearted young reporter, and his jaded editor for extra expository dessert.
Rossano Brazzi was as sleasy in this as he was dishy in "Summertime."
The moral of this little film seems to be that money corrupts, and rape cures deafness and blindness ...
hmmmm.... well, the clothes were great, and Joan got her Pepsi plug in. The performances are pretty good... but the SCRIPT. YIKES.
Now I just need to stay awake. We've got a show tonight at the local Quaker run retirement community. I hope our little staged Radio Show goes over well. Should be fun!! I'm looking forward to it...
I just read a review that said this was "Miracle Worker" meets "Johnny Belinda," which it was ... with a side of rape and an evil non-profit/charitable organization to boot. Oh, and a good-hearted young reporter, and his jaded editor for extra expository dessert.
Rossano Brazzi was as sleasy in this as he was dishy in "Summertime."
The moral of this little film seems to be that money corrupts, and rape cures deafness and blindness ...
hmmmm.... well, the clothes were great, and Joan got her Pepsi plug in. The performances are pretty good... but the SCRIPT. YIKES.
Now I just need to stay awake. We've got a show tonight at the local Quaker run retirement community. I hope our little staged Radio Show goes over well. Should be fun!! I'm looking forward to it...