Psychological tale about the disintegration of a young woman's sanity.Psychological tale about the disintegration of a young woman's sanity.Psychological tale about the disintegration of a young woman's sanity.
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- TriviaWas filmed in Cuba and confiscated due to the Fidel Castro takeover of the country. As such, it was released later than planned.
- GoofsAt one point, the sister trashes the door to her motel room. When we see it a short while later, it's pristine. That fly-by-night motel must have some handyman.
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Sheriff Skinner: [about finding out who killed Corey] Look, Mr. Wilson, I'm a law enforcement officer, not a philosopher, not a preacher, and a law enforcement officer's gotta take sort of a straightforward view of things. So now, I think we better go and talk with your sister, Mr. Wilson.
- SoundtracksKiss Her Goodbye
Lyrics by Irving Reid
Music by Johnny Richards
Sung by David Allen
Featuring Ray Copeland (trumpet), Jimmy Cleveland (trombone), Charli Persip (as Charlie Persip) (drums), Frank Socolow (tenor sax), Phil Woods (alto sax)
Recorded by Warner Bros. Records
[Played on the jukebox in the diner]
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Late-'50s indie with a putrid aroma, about an average Joe trying to protect his mentally retarded but nubile sister from the attentions of uncomprehending suitors. Not much happens, but from the frenzy of fanfares in the bloated musical score, you'd think we'd dropped the A-bomb on Moscow. I also notice that while the movie shakes its little finger at these guys for slobbering all over its heroine, it has no compunction about endless footage of Sharon Farrell in a bikini, Sharon Farrell in a tiny waitress outfit, Sharon Farrell at a playground innocently showing her panties. Her character makes no sense -- she's an incoherent screaming idiot one minute, a perfectly rational miss the next -- and Elaine Stritch, as a youngish widow stuck on the brother, doesn't fit comfortably into a conventional role. (The character also has an infant son, who is the basis of one dramatic incident and then is promptly forgotten.) Steven Hill, as the guy, maintains his dignity in another inconsistent role, and the black-and-white Florida photography is crisp and evocative, but it's one of those lurid Bs that makes you run for the shower once it's over.
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- Runtime1 hour 34 minutes
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- 1.37 : 1
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