Film

Mommie Dearest

Name: Mommie Dearest
Genre: Drama
Released: 1981
Cast: Faye Dunaway, Diana Scarwid, Steve Forrest, Howard Da Silva, Mara Hobel

Mommie Dearest is the granddaddy of hate-watch biopics — Faye Dunaway's ferociously overcommitted performance as Joan Crawford turned real allegations of abuse into midnight-movie camp, wire hangers and all. It's melodrama pitched at full scream, part tragedy, part unintentional comedy, made for anyone who wants their Hollywood exposé served with eyeliner and total abandon.

TMDb rating

6.4

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