“Where did you find her, Miss Crawford?” the interviewer asks of Carol, the terrified six-year-old placed on Joan’s lap as a prop—sort of like the crumpled flowers. One feels for the bewildered child, whom Joan now asphyxiates in the fetid brew of her alcohol- perfume- and cigarette-drenched plane ride. “Oh, I just always pick up children,” the star replies without a hint of irony, clearly unaware that George Cukor is not, in fact, the man behind the camera and that it is no longer 1940.
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Though one could not accurately describe it as “good acting,” Joan’s work here is nevertheless fully committed and imbued with typical Crawford intensity as she announces to the child and anyone else within earshot of the supermarket entrance: “I’m making a Spanish dinner, gazpacho and paella, if I can find all of the ingredients!”