Joan’s aggrieved. They spitefully snipe and have downright hostility. This is breathtakingly acerbic and there are melodramatic confrontations. Joan is in wrathful mode. Do the twins have names? They are always referred to as the twins. Joan reveals she was abused by her stepfather. Hedda rants. BD can’t act. There is no profundity or deep affection and this was not piercingly honest. Women are self assured or not. They are also impugning, distraught and vengeful.
Joan and Bette routinely complain acrimoniously. This was not emotionally raw. Threatening language is used. The director needs extreme patience. Lange overacts. Bette hates Hedda and talks weirdly. Rough trade mistakes Victor for someone else. This was okay.
“Gave me ambition.”
“She’s adopted. She could be talented.”
“NOT YOU, BITCH!”
“Even that was almost convincing.”
“A cheap pig.”
“This is what you give me?”
More, Or Less
Bette does terrible TV and the director is berated. Pauline is rejected by Joan. As for Joan she needs to be liked and desired and she is self-destructive and has a visceral hated for Davis and inexhaustible fondness for vodka. Pauline faces dashed hopes and Joan has no concept of self-denial. Frank Sinatra is a jerk, TPTB really dislike him.
Bette Davis spews worldly knowledge, Sinatra is a lower class lout and Gildhart Jackson guest stars. This was okay and full of believable reality.
“Hope his limo gets lost in the Mojave.”
“Tits and fistfights and me looking like a real cool daddy.”
“You’re not the type that your peer group acknowledges.”
The baddie utters dialogue calculated to cause unreasonable offence. There are wilful misunderstandings, unfounded anxieties, failed humour, severe preoccupations, mumbling and people who haven’t learned to live with what life has given them. Nobody gazes fondly at each other. One had an overblown expectation of this. Belligerent showdowns leave you discontented.
This was full of half-witted fools and blithering idiots. This much mythologized show was abysmal. There are no loveable foibles just reckless egomania. This was not done in terribly serious fashion. This was unimaginative and was not stark and mesmerising. This was overly self aware. Will Kuluva was in this somewhere.
“I’ll cut you up like a chicken.”
“Sit around reading poems to each other.”
The Abominable Snowman Affair
This was overburdened with self-congratulatory smugness and the immense ponderous weight of solemn significance. This was silly and pitiful and grubby. Dignity long ago went out the door. This was meandering, dodgy and morally questionable. This was not compelling. There was bad acting, morally dubious types and this was horrendous. This lacks narrative drive and nobody is delightfully amoral.
My Friend The Gorilla Affair
“Snake mating scent.”
“Remove this blight.”
“Student of the grape.”
The Jingle Bells Affair
The Take Me To Your Leader Affair
There is also sexism, no miserable desperation or grim satisfaction. There are bad VFX and this was not deliciously dark. Interest is discontinued, there is old footage and Clara. Groan. There are old faces and complete conformity to BBC tropes. This is not entranced by its own possibilities. This was terrible and impeccably dumb. As soon as the female Doctor shows up, the Doctor’s ring falls off and she loses her Tardis. Sigh.
“Walked in blood through all of time and space.”
“The nightmare of the seven galaxies.”