Heavy-breathing and faux-Southern, though shot, we are told at the end, in authentic Louisiana locations. We have incest here, folks, or hints of it. (That would be patriarch Raymond Burr and his daughter Martha Hyer.) We have nymphomania (Hyer.) We have boozing and fighting.
We have insanity in the form of Burrr's wife, played by Joan Bennett. (She looks great here -- much better than a decade earlier in the very different and far better "Father of the Bride.) The movie opens with a birthday party for her little boy. The problem is, the party is taking place at his grave. He's been dead six years or so.
The man sent up for killing him while driving drunk is Hyer's ex-boyfriend. She's married now -- and to a doctor, no less.
It isn't believable. But it's never dull. And there's much to be said for an entertaining movie, no matter how silly it is at its core.
We have insanity in the form of Burrr's wife, played by Joan Bennett. (She looks great here -- much better than a decade earlier in the very different and far better "Father of the Bride.) The movie opens with a birthday party for her little boy. The problem is, the party is taking place at his grave. He's been dead six years or so.
The man sent up for killing him while driving drunk is Hyer's ex-boyfriend. She's married now -- and to a doctor, no less.
It isn't believable. But it's never dull. And there's much to be said for an entertaining movie, no matter how silly it is at its core.