Oh, you’ve just reminded me of another dud starring Bette Davis. The Whales of August. I was 18 when it came out, and I took my mom to see it for either Mother’s Day or her birthday. We figured it couldn’t miss. Bette Davis, Lillian Gish, Vincent Price. We liked Merchant/Ivory films, and the setting and premise sounded Merchant/Ivory-esque.
And. Nothing. Happens. Two elderly women gripe and grumble at each other. An elderly man comes for tea. We’re shown in a flashback that whales were seen offshore when the two sisters were young adults, and they might show up again. A lot of pointless talk, then something that might be a whale is seen offshore. Vincent Price doesn’t see it because he already went home. Bette Davis doesn’t see it because she’s blind. Lillian Gish might not even have seen it; it could have been wishful thinking, or the product of her bad eyesight. The. End.
Neither Mom nor I could figure out any point or purpose to all that. Although Mom didn’t even see as much of it as I did. First she started to doze off, so she went to the lobby to get a large coke. Then her tiny bladder insured she had to get up again. Said I, “You might as well have stayed in the lobby where you could hear the dialogue. There was nothing to look at!”
So yeah, Whales of August for a sleep aid.