. . . during the Advent of the "Talkies," Prophecy moved from the exclusive realm of pedantic professorial prattlers into the bailiwick of Joe Blow and Rosie Riveter, the True Blue Union Label "Little People" who buy the vast majority of movie tickets. So during Warner's ESCAPE ME NEVER, what present-day deplorable villainess is this story's cold-hearted Rich Witch home-wrecking Fat Cat heiress "Fenella MacLean" clairvoyantly crafted to represent? Hint: Warner provides us with a whopping clue when Fenella lures "Sebastian" into killing working class single mom "Gemma's" baby "Piccolo" through his gross neglect. Can anyone view these traumatic scenes during the long hot summer of 2018 and NOT instantly think of America's Reincarnated version of "Marie Antoinette," who visits one of her husband's notorious Child Abuse Centers wearing a "designer" frock reading "I just don't care: Let them eat cake"? If "E. In-Like-Flynn" writing ballets seems implausible to you during ESCAPE ME NEVER, ask yourself how better could the eponymous Warner Bros. predict the appointment of an illegal alien porn starlet as America's Third Lady?
Review of Escape Me Never
Escape Me Never
(1947)
When Warner Bros. stepped into the shoes of Nostradamus . . .
23 June 2018
Warning: Spoilers