Starts off well, but then descends into something half mad and half hilarious as Olivia de Havilland flails about in her rickety and broken lift, talking to herself and screaming like a moron at a tramp who breaks into her house to make off with her toaster and horrendous porcelain figurines.
Some scenes were so preposterous I laughed out loud, which I doubt wasn't the director's intended idea. The whole scene where de Havilland keeps ringing the 'emergency bell' which is located outside and goes unnoticed was excruciatingly embarrassing. The direction of this film is awful, and I have no idea why de Havilland would have stooped so low as to have her name associated with it.
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