Mildred Pierce has always had a gay following. It’s Joan Crawford beating flour stew thickener without even looking as she argued with her husband, it’s Joan Crawford learning to be be a waitress ( and a good one) in a frantic bed tempered restaurant, and it’s Joan Crawford listening to Eve Arden’s sassy manager before getting her eyelashes slapped off her head by the most odious of movie daughters.
It’s a life as improbable as Crawford ‘s shoulder pads that’s why the gays love it so much.
It was worth going to see a restored version at the Picturehouse this lunchtime.
I wasn’t the only gay in the audience