Madame X
A woman married to a wealthy socialite, is compromised by the accidental death of a man who had been romantically pursuing her, and is forced by her mother-in-law to assume a new identity to save the reputation of her husband and infant son. She wanders the world, trying to forget her heartbreak with the aid of alcohol and unsavory men, eventually returning to the city of her downfall, where she murders a blackmailer who threatens to expose her past. Amazingly, she is represented at her murder trial by her now adult son, who is a public defender. Hoping to continue to protect her son, she refuses to give her real name and is known to the court as the defendant, "Madame X."
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- Cast:
- Lana Turner , John Forsythe , Constance Bennett , Ricardo Montalban , Burgess Meredith , Keir Dullea , John van Dreelen
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I like the storyline of this show,it attract me so much
Just what I expected
It's fun, it's light, [but] it has a hard time when its tries to get heavy.
Ok... Let's be honest. It cannot be the best movie but is quite enjoyable. The movie has the potential to develop a great plot for future movies
If you're looking for a movie to put you to sleep, you couldn't do better than this, last (one hopes) version of Madame X. Not only is it stupefyingly slow and empty (the scarcity of characters emphasised by the huge rooms), the actors seem to be sleepwalking, and the writers were definitely nodding. There are enough holes in the story big enough for elephants to stampede through. A couple of hours after Lana Turner's evil mother-in-law orders her to disappear rather than disgrace the family, she gives her a false passport. How did this Connecticut housewife come up with that? I guess we're supposed to assume that rich people can do anything. On the last day of the trial, Turner hears her attorney's full name for the first time-- apparently she hasn't been paying too much attention. We are never told why Turner, who receives money to live on, descends into near- destitution while becoming an alcoholic. (Liquor isn't that expensive. Or perhaps the money hasn't increased in the twenty-plus years she has been away?) And why does Turner travel to Denmark? Why to Mexico? Why does her mother-in-law hate her so much for having been a salesgirl (which we are not told until the marriage is several years old) and say that she disgraces the family? We have not seen Turner do or say anything ignorant or vulgar.One has to assume that the writers knew they were dealing with something irredeemable, didn't care, and assumed the audience would not care or wouldn't notice. The latter seems reasonable in view of the fact that Madame X is full of not only carelessness but fantasy. We are supposed to believe that nothing changes in the world of fashion-- she and Constance Bennett are shown in the clothes and hairstyles of the time the movie was made when the action is taking place in the early Forties, and the decor in Ricardo Montalban's apartment is Sixties as well. And of course nobody mentions the war. A young lawyer is given, as the first case he ever tries, a murder case. The trial proceeds with arguments and testimony that anyone who has watched a few courtroom dramas would know to be ridiculous. The biggest fantasy pertains to Turner. We are supposed to believe that this matronly woman, 45 if she is a day, is, at the beginning of the picture, in her early twenties. We are supposed to believe, as more than one man demonstrates, that to know her is to adore her, even though she says and does nothing interesting or appealing. In other words, this is a big fantasy for the not-very-bright middle- aged woman who loves TV soap opera. Because that is what Madame X is, a blown- up, hollow version of daytime TV.Incidentally, why is she Madame X and not Mrs. X? She is not French, and none of the picture takes place in France. But the original play was French and the earlier movies were set there, not in, like this movie, New York and Connecticut. But a brand name is a brand name-- Madame X is the famous title, so it must be adhered to. Besides, calling the movie Mrs. X would be too appropriate: the humble, ordinary name would much more accurately describe this movie, which, for all the expensive gowns and jewels, is drab and cheap.
I admit that the first time I saw this film, I had gone through a box of Kleenex by the end. The second time around, it was a full-length soap opera, but a really good one. And the third time, I thought how silly it was. But all in all, I have to admit that Ms. Turner gave a beautiful and moving performance, and worked well with Ricardo Montalban. In fact, I would have liked to see them work together more.As one reviewer said, Ms. Turner is supposed to be of the lower class, but that is hard to imagine. Perhaps if Shelly Winters played the role, yes. But Ms. Turner to me, rather then being of lower class, gives the impression of being too beautiful, too playful and too liberal to be part of what appears to be a powerfully conservative and old money family. And realizing this, she descends into that lower class,not because she is, but because her broken self-esteem tells her that is where she aught to be. This self-destruction is more of what makes this film interesting, and to me makes her reuniting with her son almost irrelevant. Overall, when I think of how unimportant this film is, there are certain moments that are hard to forget, and for this reason I give it a 6+.
Lana Turner stars as Holly Parker, a shop clerk who marries a wealthy man (John Forsythe) with political goals. She loves him, but his long absences drive her into the arms of a slimy playboy (Ricardo Montalban) and her mother-in-law knows all about it.This was the third Ross Hunter-Lana Turner movie and like the others, it features a glamorous woman in a designer wardrobe who lives in a palatial estate, has her heart broken, it's all delivered with much sudsy melodrama. This film has even more to offer: The star allows herself to appear old and pathetically, even grotesquely ugly and gives a genuinely heart-tugging performance. The script is quite good with lots of dramatic twists and turns and an ending that left me sobbing.Lana Turner is good in the role of outsider-turned-socialite and Forsythe and Montalban are, too. Keir Dullea is well-cast as an attorney and Burgess Meredith excels as a loathsome criminal. The story is poignant and should ring true to all parents and children. Recommended.
The timing was not very good for "Madame X".It was the sixties and melodrama was not as popular as it was in the previous decade when Douglas Sirk dominated the genre.David Lowell Rich seems to have studied Sirk's works ; by and large ,he is a good student.The Sirkesque cast and credits ,the huge desirable mansion where a distraught Turner runs after that fateful night ,the final trial -which is guaranteed to send the impressionable tearing through two entire boxes of Kleenex;Keir Dullea's speech for the defense when he praises the love a mother feels for her child and Turner herself crying "forgive me ,child, forgive me" make it the most tear-jerker trial in the whole history of cinema.The well known story of Madame X (it's a remake) is some kind of adult fairy tale :there's the Prince Charming (John Forsythe), the marvelous child ,the cruel mother ("you're nothing but a shop girl!Should have stayed on the other side of the counter "): too bad Constance Benett's part is so underwritten;she is obviously an over possessive mother ,she seems to be in love with her son.Just see her look just after she's left the room after her first meeting with her new daughter-in-law.Overnight,the princess turns into "Cinderella" , "Donkey Skin" or "SnowWhite"Lana Turner ,whose performance in "Imitation of life" (1959) was particularly good ,was certainly an underrated actress.Her best scenes are those when she plays opposite Constance Bennett then Keir Dullea.Like this ?Try these....If you are American.... Only Yesterday John Stahl 1933If you are Italian.... Vedi Napoli e poi muori Riccardo Freda 1952If you are English.... Waterloo bridge Mervyn Le Roy 1939If you are French..... L'Entraineuse Albert Valentin 1938