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Title: Wicked Woman (1953)
Post by: Jessica Rabbit on October 05, 2017, 12:50:00 PM
Camp, glorious camp.

Sultry Beverly Michaels, one of Hollywood’s most statuesque actresses, plays a trampy platinum blonde who blows into dismal Hicktown, USA and gets herself a job as a waitress at a dive where she promptly starts to hit on the bar’s owner, hunky Richard Egan, who unfortunately has a lush for a wife. She'd like him to sell the bar, unknown to his wife, take the money and skip to Mexico with him.

Wicked Woman is not even B Noir, more C or D, but it’s a trashy little gem. This is bottom-of-the-barrel done right. Ed Wood should have taken note. This is not your typical Noir crime drama, though it does have the lurid quality of pulp fiction down pat.The photography is uninspired, but the gritty locations and sets lend a seedy realism and authenticity to the movie that we don’t often see in Noir. There is no play of light and shadow, no highly stylized sets and frames, instead we get, fully lit, a lousy dump of a boarding house with low-life residents and a grubby dive bar that never had any aspirations to class. This ain’t no swanky nightclub with glamorous patrons. Whoever ends up there knows he's reached the end of the line.

The way Beverly, always dressed in virginal white, sashays through the entire movie in slow-motion alone is worth a look. She turns in a great performance as the hard-bitten cheap tramp who’s quite the happy sinner. She uses men like disposable Kleenex to get what she wants.
She’s no classy dame, she has quite frankly white trash written all over her. But there is an underlying desperation to escape her miserable existence about her actions too. She just doesn’t have the brains to make it work.

The ending isn’t your average Noir either. There is no murder, no pre-ordained fate. The film ends how it started, the cycle of the spider trapping a fly in her web simply continues. Beverly gets back on that Greyhound to sucker another chump, in the next town.

Special mention has to go to pipsqueak Percy Helton, in one of his weasliest roles. He oozes slime from every pore. He’s about half as tall as Beverly, but that doesn’t deter him from slobbering all over her.

Watch it for the wonderful sleaziness and over-the-top and hysterical performance by Michaels (“Runt! Runt! Runt!). Every lover of camp owes it to himself to see it.
Title: Re: Wicked Woman (1953)
Post by: cigar joe on October 05, 2017, 05:08:26 PM
great fun film agree.  O0
Title: Re: Wicked Woman (1953)
Post by: drinkanddestroy on May 17, 2020, 02:01:46 PM
what a wonderful piece of trash! 7.5/10
Title: Re: Wicked Woman (1953)
Post by: drinkanddestroy on May 17, 2020, 02:02:03 PM
Eddie Muller's intro

Eddie Muller's outro