Right wingers feel threatened by her independent, feminist spirit.
Born Againers freak at her supposedly immoral, lavish, champagne and vodka lifestyle.
The twit populace believes the bogus outrgeousness of,"Mommie Dearest'.
The Gays love the camp.
The style savvy, love her as a representative fashion ambassodress for nearly forty years of chic.
The satire-ists love the over the top middle to late years Joan.
All along the way there was the talent that shines in 80 plus films, of which a third are indelible and triumphant.
A true original, full of contradictions, which only serves to enrich her legend.
In all of this swirl, stands the golden fleece of her career, the holy oracle of her unique cinematic achievements, "A Woman's Face", is a masterpiece with tiny flaws as to create a yearning for even more depth, more intelligence and more of that dynamic force only Crawford could express.
It is the mature breakthrough performance that both salutes Sadie Thompson, Flaemchen, Sadie Mackee, Crystal Allen, Julie and Susan Trexell while conjureing the future with hints of all the Mildreds yet to come.
Ingrid Bergman originated Anna Holm, Garbo was offered this part, Bette Davis played a radio version as did Ida Lupino.
Joan had entered again into the realm of the rarest of film acting elite...and she pulled it off with a subtlety and a majestic aplomb yet so deeply felt, you are transported by the talent of her empathy to actually become one with this character.
A rare achievement where the perfection of the technical machine of Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer again create art and Joan Crawford's career was never the same because of this gem.
And aren't we lucky to benefit and bask in glory of this astounding film and the infinate variety of Joan Crawford.
Toby, from The Joan Crawford Deluxe Suite
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