Review: The Anniversary
Bette Davis plays an eye-patch wearing, manipulative,
dominating, and venomous matriarch whose rotten children come to celebrate the
anniversary of their mother’s wedding to deceased daddy (Davis didn’t even like
him). James Cossins is the eldest, a socially-awkward, cross-dressing
panty-snatcher whom Davis seems to approve of, which is only significant when
you consider the things she does not tolerate. Jack Hedley is the middle
child, married to a woman (Sheila Hancock) so outspoken that he never has to
stand up to his mother himself, which suits him fine and dandy (they also have
a couple of snotty kids and plan on telling Mummy about their plans to move to
Canada to get away from her stranglehold). Lastly we have Christian Roberts,
the youngest, who has invited his pregnant fiancé Elaine Taylor along,
obviously so he can annoy his likely disapproving mother. Needless to say, it’s
going to be a bumpy night. Yeah, I went there.
Frankly disappointing, 1968 Black Comedy (really, really black)
from Hammer Studios gets good work out of Davis (in her element, especially
early on) and bizarro Cossins, but gives us no one to root for and it can’t
escape its staginess. It’s all talk, all the time. It’s sick and twisted, but
after a while, I got tired and bored. Directed by the usually reliable Roy Ward
Baker (“The Vampire Lovers”, “Scars of Dracula”) and written by fellow
Hammer regular Jimmy Sangster (“The
Mummy”, “Brides of Dracula”, “The Nanny”, a better Davis vehicle for
Hammer), based on the Bill MacIlwraith play. This one only really works in fits
and starts, I’m afraid. It sure is odd, though. It’s got that in spades. I just
wish everyone would shut up after a while.
Rating: C+
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