All About Eve

Smartly written and figured out, with an exceptional cast, and dating as far back as 1950.

Introduction overcome; now to what really matters. At one point - the emotional climax, I would name it - the main character, Margot Channing (performed by an intense Bette Davis in her fourties) is uttering a monologue of which I've transcripted the following:

Funny business, a woman's career. The things you drop on your way up the ladder so you can move faster. You forget you'll need them again when you get back to being a woman.

That's one career all females have in common, whether we like it or not.

Being a woman. Sooner or later, we've got to work at it. No matter how any other careers we've had or wanted. And in the last analysis, nothing's any good unless you can look up just before dinner or turn around in bed and there he is. Without that, you're not a woman.

You're something with a french provincial of fire... or a book full of clippings. But you're not a woman.

Slow curtain. The end.

Dramatic, consistent, feminine. Striking, and yet so tender with its honesty.

Text becomes actresse's words and her words, the viewer's toughts.

All About Eve is in fact, some awkward truth about all women. But should there be something natural about truth?