It is a very rare movie that I can enjoy – and recognize as being good – but have to walk away from because it is simply too annoying.
I made it about halfway through Richard Brooks’ kitchen sink “woman’s picture” drama based on Paddy Chayefsky’s teleplay and adapted by Gore Vidal. I mean – Bette Davis’ Bronx Irish fishwife nagging was true enough to make me want to shut her up with the money Ernest Borgnine and I have been saving for that hack license.
For those fascinated with the evaporating “ethnic whites” of New York City, I recommend this movie. For everyone else, please, put your fingers in your ears unless you like nails on chalkboards.
