Mommie Dearest Reviews
the notorious tales of joan crawford's evil maternality has been widely known already thanks to faye dunaway's overacting in "mommie dearest" that could be considered one of the most successfully excercised disparage ever in cinematic history. it's so malaciously achieved that i must announce that christina crawford herself is evil, draining the essence of the dead from the graveyard of her "adopted mother".
crawford had a reputation of being brittle and hard-boiled to the bone, but she was also a glamour queen before the 50s, just reminiscent the fashion icons she had built with her stylish idiocyncracy, and her husky tone of voice which provokes defying sensuality thru her bold brazen attitudes. obviously none of those advantages is transpired in faye dunaway's caricature of crawford. dunaway's campy performance obliterates every remnant of crawford's beauty in audience's memories. each move she had made in it looks grotesquely clumsy, and her contorted face appear lunaticly horrorsome with each line of her wrinkles over carven in her complexion.
of course, i must complain to the cosmetic apartment about dunaway's crawfordian eyebrows which seems really dramaticly exaggerated just to mock the dated fashion then, but even joan crawford herself didn't look so "twisted"...dunaway attempted to lower her vocal into the low-pitch smoldering smoker sound which was popular sign of glamour for movie stars then, dunaway did nothing but growl like a crude beast. if you view those old crawford flicks, she did have her unique way to deliver those lines with punctured shrewdness.
"mommie dearest" certainly does a good job at defaming joan crawford, further more, it's sinister uglification to a tough surviving woman who exerts herself literarily to her tombstone. but i gotta admit the axe-swaying scene which is blandly stolen from crawford's 50s camp "strait-jacket" is absolutely hilarious. maybe gutsy females are easy targets to attack, even after her demise, you could still snatch her corpse out to whip it, for your private indulgement as well as your angst toward contemporary cultural effemination.
*** out of 4 stars
In Mommie Dearest--the emotions are so splendid, the scenes so dramatic and the experiences so brilliant.
This is a serious film, in no way designed to be deliberately funny and yet with Dunaway's portrayal of a haunted and bitter woman, the film is a comic masterpiece by accident.
Joan Crawford was clearly terrified of failure, and it was this fear that drove her to the kind of bizarre perfectionism and competitiveness which marked her life.
Any film that was named worst picture of the 1980's is definately worth seeing. The last half is kinda boring, but the first half with the insane meltdowns and way over the top acting are hilarious. The film then tries to take itself too seriously after we have just been bombarded by images of this woman going insane. As for being worst picture of the 1980's, there are far worse films out there, trust me. Well anyway . . .
-"I think your over reacting Miss Crawford.
-"WELL I THINK YOUR UNDER REACTING!!!"
Now that is quality writting.
The movie makes no attempt to draw psychological insights from the life of its Joan Crawford, not even through the shorthand Freudianism much beloved by Hollywood. Mommie is a monster, that's all, and there's some mention of her unhappy childhood. Christina is a brave, smiling, pretty, long-suffering dope who might inspire more sympathy if she were not directed (in both her childhood and adult versions) to be distant and veiled.
As stated before, it doesn't deserve 6/10, but one cannot deny its entertaining camp value. And Faye Dunaway makes a very formidable villain. NO WIRE HANGERS, EVER!!!!
NO WIRE HANGERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!