Charlotte Hollis, an aging recluse deluded into a state of dementia by horrible memories and hallucinations, lives in a secluded house where, thirty-seven years before, John Mayhew her married lover, was beheaded and mutilated by an unknown assailant.
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The sequel is never better than the original, and though Bette Davis and Robert Aldrich try not to make a continuation of 'Baby Jane', the plot and hag horror theme isn't far from the previous collaboration. It's a competent and enjoyable movie, but not memorable - maybe if Joan Crawford hadn't drop out, it would.
In the fading days of Old Hollywood, it was a delicious idea to take Bette Davis (of JEZEBEL) and Olivia de Havilland (of GONE WITH THE WIND) and cast them as two vicious hellcats duking it out in a crumbling southern mansion full of camp horrors. At 133 minutes, it's a bit too long and convoluted for this sort of thing. But it's a brilliant game of star personas and the peril of being (in)famous. Cheers to Aldrich!
Evocative deep south atmosphere, lavish production design, and excellent black and white photography by Joseph Biroc make this one of the most stylish of its genre - and how can a veteran all-star cast be anything more than an incredibly entertaining scenery-chewing competition. The plot may be a bit conventional, but the style and tone still makes this a classic.
Davis is basically still playing Baby Jane Hudson, only a little less evil, and Olivia de Havilland is great as the devious and greedy cousin Miriam. The housemaid was funny as hell! The title song sticks to your ears and the film is fun to watch, but clearly a bit derivative of Aldrich and Davis' previous film.
What a problematic and disappointing movie. Davis' over-the-top performance & cinematography were the only redeeming factors for me. The beginning & preposterous ending, unfocused tone, unintentional laughs, and the acting from the majority of the cast all brought the film down into mediocrity.
An aged Bette Davis with pigtails down to her waist wielding a shot gun? Sign me up! I’m not sure whose overacting is more delightful, Agnes Moorehead or Bette Davis. Either way… it’s a delicious treat to watch unravel in such an absurd and thick southern accent.