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Elizabeth plays Flora Goforth, a decaying harridan who has made herself one of the richest women in the world by marrying six husbands-"a pyramid of tycoons." She is spending the summer on her private Mediterranean is land, in a flashy white villa guarded by a sinister dwarf (Michael Dunn) and his killer dogs. When she is not screaming at her servants or bullying her pretty secretary (Joanna Shimkus), Flora is rasping out her gamy memoirs into a complex of microphones and tape recorders scattered throughout the house...
...Saviour symbolism. The Christ aspect has been mercifully muted in the movie, but there is still plenty of mystical mystification in the role. It seems that his vocation-conferred on him by a holy man in Baja California-is to help people ease their way into death, and Flora, hemorrhaging into her handkerchief, is his current candidate. She has other plans for Chris-bed. But when Flora finally gets him there, he begins taking off her jewels to prepare her for going forth on that far and final journey...
Providence has hardly been McCurdy's lone nemesis these past years. Northeastern and particularly the indefatigable Flora twins, Bob and John, have also proved a pain in the Crimson's respiratory system. McCurdy reserved his choicest comments for them. "You know," he once stated, "I'm a gardener during the summer, and two twins named Flora just put the finishing touches on us." Other well-aimed barbs have included the following: "Something is just not right. I just swear when I see them. Damn their souls. If we had some of that weed spray, I would have sprayed...
During their research, British scientists discovered evidence that the detergent was the prime killer. Where wind and tides had shielded an occasional oil-spattered cove or bay, most flora and fauna survived...
More often, though, mucking about in a little jungle of flora, she is like a den mother tending some mischievous tykes. "Oh, look at this one!" she exclaims, brushing aside the stalks of a daffodil "with its ears back like a startled cat." Turning to plants suffering from "the sickly miseries," she describes an ivy plant that has dropped its lower leaves as "a miniskirted fatshedera." Then, pausing beside a bed of bursting tulips, she sighs: "Bulbs can bring a private spring...