Mildred Pierce

I love this movie so finally broke down and read the original book by James Cain, only to have Joan Crawford’s and Ann Blyth’s faces loom up at me from the pages. Veda is as horrible in the book as in the movie, and it was interesting to see what bits were moved and mangled and mashed up to create the screenplay. Things that needed to be visually appealing were inflated by the film, obviously (like Veda’s lounge singing was very visual in the film but simply a radio show in the book). Cain taps into pure gold with the friction between mother and daughter.