In this hammy movie, old Crawford is bit*h slapping her employees and a photog away from her circus high-wire act who hanged himself in a 'not so accidental' freak accident. We're supposed to believe the newly hired young high-wire guy has the hots for old Crawford. Upon seeing the two together coupled with the riotously funny dialogue, I'm not sure which is bigger---the laugh or the skin crawl. The murders are preposterous, and the only scream worthy event in the movie is Crawford's terrible acting (not to mention her wardrobe). In one of the scenes, Crawford is wearing a green sequined flapper looking thing. The dress made her look like an alligator. The melodramatic ending is unintentionally hilarious, as is Crawford's stone faced performance. Crawford tries too hard to be convincing, and only comes across as wooden and brash. The dialogue is laugh out loud funny, and Crawford's delivery is snarky, barky, and loaded with malarkey. A horror flick doesn't necessarily have to be realistic to be good, just scary. But not only are the murders absurd, they would be impossible to carry out. And, the movie is padded with too many circus scenes. However, the movie is entertaining because of its high camp factor.
