Yes, with Bogie, with Jason Robards, on tour with her recent autobiography, with memories. A brilliant, sexy, but classroom-challenged math professor has overdosed on sex.
Mom is wise.
She wants love, he is clueless. She walks out. The clod is appalled. The star directed, co-produced, possibly screwed in the light bulbs and implausibly kvetches. She doesn't sing, which rather diminishes the reason for tromping off to see her in the first place, but she has mastered this act in previous movies, and despite her mega-stardom does her best to convince those of us who've been lobotomized that she is ugly.