" tina ! ! !
fetch me the axe ! ! !
"
a favourite book of mine called the golden turkey awards relates the story that when mommie dearest was unleashed upon unsuspecting audiences back in 1981 , paramount soon realised they had a problem on their hands .
it was n't just the film 's disappointing box office performance .
indeed , in the coming years some people would be going back to see it two , three , even six times .
no , the main problem was that what was intended as a serious biopic of screen queen joan crawford was turning into the laugh riot of the year .
in a desperate attempt to capitalise on this unexpected turn of events , some publicity hacks dreamed up outrageous print advertisements screaming : " mommie dearest : the biggest mommie of them all ! " .
executives at paramount were appalled and soon had the ads withdrawn , but it was all too late .
mommie dearest was already cementing its place in camp cinema history .
unfortunately , faye dunaway 's energetic , at times ridiculously over - the - top performance is about the film 's only redeeming feature .
based on daughter christina crawford 's trashy biography , mommie dearest chronicles a series of mainly private events in the life of her moviestar mother .
if you believe this movie , it was a life was racked by obsession , lonliness , child abuse and rampant egomania .
the film begins with crawford adopting two children , and concludes in the office of her lawyer where her now grown - up daughter and son find out they have been left out of their mother 's will .
joan always wanted her kids to be able to fend for themselves , you see .
but that 's about the only thread in the narrative that manages to survive to the film 's end .
the script - laboured over by four writers , a bad sign in itself - is a poorly connected series of episodes that builds little dramatic momentum .
frank perry 's direction is no more than competent , and
dunaway 's bitchy lines aside ,
the dialogue is flat and uninvolving .
in fairness , the film 's second half ditches some of the cartoon hysterics and does develop a degree empathy for its characters .
when the adult christina moves out of home into her own modest dwelling , joan visits and keeps in touch , not helping her financially but encouraging christina 's own acting and career ambitions .
crawford does seem to care about her daughter , but you can sense the emotional distance and feel some of their pain .
you also get glimpses of what the film could have been in the hands of better writers .
ah , but there is dunaway 's performance . and what a delicious piece of campery
it often is . having just been sacked by her studio after a run of box office duds , crawford storms home late at night and proceeds to go ballistic in the garden .
she has the maid drag the kids out of bed to come down and clean up the mess she 's making .
spotting a young tree she does n't like the look of , she turns to the trembling christina and utters the immortal line " tina ! !
fetch me the axe ! !
" with which she proceeds to enthusiastically dismember the poor sapling .
in the film 's most outrageous scene , joan realises that some of her daughter 's clothes are hanging on wire coat hangers .
oh dear ! sounds like the perfect excuse for another temper tantrum , does n't it ?
this time she gives her daughter a horrible beating while delivering another classic outburst : " no . . .
wire . . .
hangers .
. . . ever ! ! ! !
" .
and later , when the board of her late husband 's company pepsi cola tries to divest her of her directorship
, she displays a superb grasp of business etiquette by jumping to her feet and roaring : " do n't fuck with me , fellas ! ! " .
oh joy !
something of a camp classic , then , but
if that 's not you 're
cup of tea then mommie dearest
does n't have too much to recommend it .
better you see the real crawford in the women ( 1939 ) , mildred pierce ( 1945 ) or whatever happened to baby jane ( 1962 ) .
great films distinguished by great performances , and a far more eloquent testament to this great woman than frank perry 's shrieking piece of tabloid froth .
direction is no more than competent was already cementing its place in camp cinema history oh joy ! something of a camp classic a bad sign in itself does n't have too much to recommend it the dialogue is flat and uninvolving shrieking piece of tabloid froth what a delicious piece of campery