A lugubrious Joan Crawford noir, but damned if it isn't very watchable. She's a personal nurse to a wealthy bedridden shrew while at the same time infatuated in love with the neighbor across the lake, Van Heflin. He's a heel, a regular 'homme fatale', but she can't, or won't see it. Or is it because La Crawford is slightly, mentally unhinged? Director Curtis Bernhardt keeps us guessing til the last reel. There are some nice suspenseful set pieces and Joan, as always, gives it her all. Trivia alert: the psycho ward she's taken to is the same as TV's "General Hospital" credits.
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