Una película que pesa sobre el contenido biográfico de Joan Crawford, más no por la construcción del guión, uno que es deficiente al momento de plantear los precedentes del hito actoral. De la actriz es más bien una presentación pueril que parece gozar con dicha satanización, en lugar de hurgar las razones o motivaciones de esa mente perturbada. Hollywood como antagónico es desaprovechado. Un final edulcorado.
Dunaway does not chew the scenery. Crawford chews the scenery—that's the character, and Dunaway understood that. This film certainly has flaws, but Dunaway's performance is not one of them. On the contrary, in its daring and command, it saves what would otherwise be a rather less interesting film.
1 1/2 stars. Half a star for Faye's commitment to the role and all the bad dialogue. This is a bad movie, not only that it's way too long. None of the scenes connect with each other. The makeup is bad. Way too many shots of people walking up the stairs. Long takes gone wrong! This can be a 1 star film if you are watching this movie with a crowd, with friends, live tweeting, etc. Do NOT see this movie alone!
While Faye Dunaway's scene chewing hysterics are quite enjoyable, the movie is hamstrung by glacial pacing (how many times do we have to watch people go up and down stairs) and poor dramatic construction. There's no real story here, other than, "you think that thing Joan Crawford did was bad? Well, here's something worse!" Just watch the highlights.
2 1/2 stars out of 5. For the nutjob rep this movie has I don't think it went far enough. I would've liked to have seen the story go a little further back to explain the crazy myself. Dunaway did a good job at playing Joan Crawford as more of a horrific cunt than the egomaniacal damaged alcoholic she apparently was in real life. This felt like an abridged version of a biopic or documentary more than anything.