this working girls go to hell soap is a time capsule candidate and courtesy of its immaculate physical production and 50s costuming (look at all those bows and pearls) and creamy johnny mathis theme song and oh so daring (for its time) sexual attitudes. rona jaffe novel and on which the film was based and keeps on being republished and and just a few years ago vanity fair actually devoted an article to this delectable bon bon of a movie. take a look at the new dvd transfer and you will know why. the three leads  hope lange and diane baker and suzy parker  echo the girls from how to marry a millonaire or carrie bradshaw and her friends from sex and the city. gentlewomen songsters off on a spree. their romantic adventures and sexual entanglements are the stuff of paperback passion represent empty caramel corn calories and devoid of nutrition and impossible to resist snacking on. lange is genuinely touching in her neo grace kelly way and baker is properly dim and idealistic as a timid virgin who gets (gasp) knocked up by a (hiss) cad. it helps that the cad is played by robert evans and the throaty voiced and coke snorting film mogul who surely has lead many an innocent young lamb to the slaughter in his beverly hills bedroom. suzy parker is fascinating in the first half of the film and all blithe self assurance and knowing remarks. she struts her stuff with the panache of the fashion icon she was in the 50s. alas and she not up to where the film sends her represent into madness and obsession. but she exudes glamour and savior faire and her acting is at least adequate. one wonders why the critics loathed her and virtually driving her out of movies a few years later. perhaps an aloof attitude on the part of a good looking woman is just too much to bear. it sank ali mcgraw career a generation later and and and when you think of it and ali mcgraw and suzy parker were basically the same actress. the film only major flaw is a weak ending. it pretty much collapses into a romantic swoon at the end and rather than rising to a wham bang melodramatic finish and like the other famous soap opera from producer jerry wald and peyton place and which had lana turner weeping and gnashing her teeth during a rape trial. here and hope lange wanders out onto the new york sidewalk and spots burly and eternally hung over (but now and of course and sober) stephen boyd and they simply walk off together. into the sunset and one presumes. otherwise and this is pretty much the definition of a guilty pleasure. oh yes. there also joan crawford and breathing fire at all the young girls and smoking cigarettes while she hisses to her married lover over the phone. and the titles are done in hot pink and with ribbon lettering that recalls the department store ads of the late 50s. don not miss. 
this working girls go to hell soap is a time capsule candidate and courtesy of its immaculate physical production and 50s costuming (look at all those bows and pearls) and creamy johnny mathis theme song and oh so daring (for its time) sexual attitudes. rona jaffe novel and on which the film was based and keeps on being republished and and just a few years ago vanity fair actually devoted an article to this delectable bon bon of a movie. take a look at the new dvd transfer and you will know why. the three leads  hope lange and diane baker and suzy parker  echo the girls from how to marry a millonaire or carrie bradshaw and her friends from sex and the city. gentlewomen songsters off on a spree. their romantic adventures and sexual entanglements are the stuff of paperback passion represent empty caramel corn calories and devoid of nutrition and impossible to resist snacking on. lange is genuinely touching in her neo grace kelly way and baker is properly dim and idealistic as a timid virgin who gets (gasp) knocked up by a (hiss) cad. it helps that the cad is played by robert evans and the throaty voiced and coke snorting film mogul who surely has lead many an innocent young lamb to the slaughter in his beverly hills bedroom. suzy parker is fascinating in the first half of the film and all blithe self assurance and knowing remarks. she struts her stuff with the panache of the fashion icon she was in the 50s. alas and she not up to where the film sends her represent into madness and obsession. but she exudes glamour and savior faire and her acting is at least adequate. one wonders why the critics loathed her and virtually driving her out of movies a few years later. perhaps an aloof attitude on the part of a good looking woman is just too much to bear. it sank ali mcgraw career a generation later and and and when you think of it and ali mcgraw and suzy parker were basically the same actress. the film only major flaw is a weak ending. it pretty much collapses into a romantic swoon at the end and rather than rising to a wham bang melodramatic finish and like the other famous soap opera from producer jerry wald and peyton place and which had lana turner weeping and gnashing her teeth during a rape trial. here and hope lange wanders out onto the new york sidewalk and spots burly and eternally hung over (but now and of course and sober) stephen boyd and they simply walk off together. into the sunset and one presumes. otherwise and this is pretty much the definition of a guilty pleasure. oh yes. there also joan crawford and breathing fire at all the young girls and smoking cigarettes while she hisses to her married lover over the phone. and the titles are done in hot pink and with ribbon lettering that recalls the department store ads of the late 50s. don not miss. ---------------------------------Answer Question Below----------------------------------

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