Film

Hush... Hush, Sweet Charlotte

Name: Hush... Hush, Sweet Charlotte
Genre: Horror, Mystery, Thriller
Released: 1964
Cast: Bette Davis, Olivia de Havilland, Joseph Cotten, Agnes Moorehead, Cecil Kellaway

Robert Aldrich's follow-up to Baby Jane strands Bette Davis in a rotting Louisiana mansion, haunted by a decades-old axe murder and relatives circling for the deed. It's Southern Gothic pitched between camp and genuine dread — creaking floors, a severed hand, and Davis delivering a performance of magnificent, unhinged grief. Slow, overripe, and deliciously theatrical.

TMDb rating

7.3

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