Possessed
Superb and quite mad, Possessed gives us Joan Crawford at full hatstand, eyes boggling, jaw tight, fists clenched, a portrait of an unhinged woman, a stalker before the term was coined. This melodrama from 1947 comes from a time when they knew how to do this sort of thing unapologetically. It opens calmly but oddly enough. After big, blaring, noirish opening credits we’re on city streets at dawn, where a discombobulated lone woman (Crawford) is stumbling about looking for someone called David. She’s clearly in the midst of some kind of breakdown and winds up in hospital, in the Psychopathic Ward, in a catatonic state. The doctor, after opining that there’s a lot … Read more