Loony Lana Turner is a psychotically over-possessive mother in this overheated chiller which should have been left in the cellar. With the help of a succession of cats, all named Sheba, she eventually manages to tip her son Ralph Bates over the edge, but you may run away screaming some time before. It's all utter nonsense and you wonder what foolishness made the likes of Turner (admittedly past her best), Bates and Trevor Howard say yes to this. If you're in the sort of perverse mood to watch a really enjoyable bad film, though, this certainly fits the bill. 'I only hope they burn it,' said the unfortunate Turner on seeing the results. Alas, they didn't and here's the proof. At least the ending is spectacularly batty and Lana goes out, if not with a bang, then with a mighty splash!

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