Elizabeth Taylor did some less than stellar work in her later years. This one isn't her worst 90 minutes, but it gives her very little to do, which is a crime in itself. The script is light-hearted throwaway nonsense for the first hour. She’s a poker player for whom the word ‘lose’ doesn't exist. The writer squeezes everything he can out of the role, which isn't very much.
The final third contains two scenes that let her be the cruel, snide bitch firing all guns on the outside while hurting inside—the kind of role that she’s best at, but it's too little too late. For Liz devotees only.
2 overdeveloped curiosities out of 5
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