Bestowed with the most prestigious honour of all, the Golden Raspberry of the Decade, this biopic of 50's star Joan Crawford would undoubtedly be banned for scenes of child abuse if it were to be released in the current politically correct climate. Written by Crawford's adopted daughter after the star mother passed away, many consider the book to be a cheap shot at someone who could hardly defend herself from the vicious accusations hurled at her being that she was resting in clammy comforts of her grave.

The film itself is a complete lark, utterly over the top and featuring a tour de force camp classic performance by Faye Dunaway to top that of Bette Davis as Baby Jane Hudson. The daughter, Christina, is portrayed perhaps unintentionally, as a surly, glum and moody brat, no doubt partly due to having been traumatized by a wire hanger once too often. The film has won the raspberry as the worst film of the entire 80's a unique honour which immediately immortalizes the film. A great achievement and a worthy winner. The director went on to direct another masterpiece of crap called Monsignor which we are itching to add to our video library as soon as possible. It is supposed to be in the same class as this unsurpassed piece of high camp melodrama. Faye Dunaway never really recovered her poise after this film, Super-girl and The Wicked Lady, in all three of which she camped it up like never before. It is perhaps ironic that after a glorious career of her own littered with numerous successes she may well be best remembered for her succulent portrayal of a star, not an actress.