[...] For shame ; and the stain -- it remains. ———1956, by Elia Kazan, with Eli Wallach, an unremarkably mediocre Carroll Baker and the stolidly marginal Shooter guy. [↩]No, I don't give shit one about how she spent the 60s doing inconsequential and immemorable giallos in Italy. The woman's less sexual than the ex pantsuit in chief. [...]
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