"Get me Bette Davis on the blower, and make it snappy," says the old producer. "This property by Abbott is made-to-order for her: a frail young gal looks like a million bucks (back in the 1930s, when that meant something), but she's stuck out in the boonies, so she marries an older doctor for security. Turns out he's on morphine and heads off into Mexico to clean up (Wonder if John Barrymore would be interested? Or is he dead?). Left to her own devices, she gets involved with a couple of fast girlfriends whose hen parties sometimes end in invites to the foxes. One such fox, as well as an Elk and a Lion, is a well-connected local businessman who will stop at nothing to get what he wants. VERDICT It has to end with Kleenexes all 'round and something for everyone: true crime (it's based on a notorious 1930s 'trunk murderess' case), plus it's a women's story with noir embellishments. It has tough times, drugs, and pandemics.
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