“And I think I learned not to be too close to people, because you’re gonna lose them anyway. You may as well move away. There is going to be an end. And now, I think that it still is, part of my life, that way.”
My fascination with Faye Dunaway began quite a few years back. I remember it was ignited by Bette Davis infamously calling her the worst star to work with, while Joan Crawford lauded her as one of…
I don’t want your reproaches….It’s one of those violently queer-coded psychosexual seemingly heterosexual movies starring Isabelle Huppert, isn’t it?
This is not a biographical film.
Mommie Dearest is like a bear with a sore head of a biography. A horrendous film adaptation of Christina Crawford's book, featuring Faye Dunaway as over-caricatured Joan Crawford. Excessively hollow and one-sided, pushed to the edge with its acridly exaggerated, so-called facts. It felt like going nowhere.
While it may touch on some themes of narcissistic mothers, it fails to provide a nuanced or authentic portrayal of Joan Crawford's motherhood. It lacks the depth…
