Dovetailing off the instant success of What Ever Happened to Baby Jane?, which touched off a spate of campy gothic thrillers starring the grand dames of Hollywood’s golden age, Dead Ringer features the compelling spectacle of Bette Davis competing for screen space with the only actress capable of upstaging her: Bette Davis. The film, meekly directed far across the soundstage by former actor Paul Henreid, is a potboiler filled with oh-so-convenient plot twists and purely incidental characterizations. But, like Altman’s 3 Women or the recent Stuck on You (though nowhere near either’s respective menace or lack thereof), it harnesses the complex psychological implications of physical doubling. Davis portrays the long-estranged twin sisters Edith and Margaret. Twenty years prior to the events that open the film, the insensitive, social-climbing Margaret stole Edith’s insanely rich beau and has been living fat off his funds while Edith struggles to keep her run-down nightclub afloat. The two meet at Mr. Moneybags’s funeral and, naturally, sparks fly once again. Almost on a whim, Edith murders her own sister and makes a misguided attempt to take over her life (an act that in even a slightly less willfully low-stakes film would carry the cosmic gravity of Greek tragedy). Edith scrambles, pretending she knows Margaret’s safe combination by heart, or that she can differentiate between the mansion’s hundred rooms, and meanwhile trying to figure out what sort of person Margaret really was, which is difficult given that her two best friends couldn’t be further apart: Jean Hagen is a blithely indecent social butterfly and Estelle Winwood is a dour, doily-wearing Bible-thumper. In the end, Dead Ringer errs toward supplanting uneasy luridness in favor of undemanding bad taste (reaching a low with the final meeting between one character and a protective Great Dane), and it leaves Bette Davis’s expected, flamboyant brilliance in the lurch—though with the side attractions such as Davis slapping checkbooks across rooms, contemplating burning her own hand with a red hot fire poker, and pushing herself back into a chair, who could possibly care?
- Warner Bros.
- 115 min
- Paul Henreid
- Albert Beich, Oscar Millard
- Bette Davis, Karl Malden, Peter Lawford, Philip Carey, Jean Hagen, George Macready, Estelle Winwood
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