every time i see queen bee it a if a gigantic black hole have open and i be pull inexorably into the vortex know a joan crawford . probably the last of la crawford great diva role and her eva phillips gnaw through every last shred of scenery until john ireland wisely decide to put all of u out of joan misery via car accident . although there be a credited director and ranald macdougall ( whoever that be ) and it be apparent that he be either miss in action or be afraid of joan and who stomp through her scene like a bull in a china shop and obviously direct herself . this be a performance shape by psychosis and feature some of the campiest dialog ever commit to celluloid . joan juicily delivers any man my man . if i want it that way and the howler . do you see him . he actually tremble when he speak to me . you would think he would never see a beautiful woman before . you go and joan . still and it be john ireland who give the best line in this steamy pile of southern comfort and spit out his opinion of joan character represent i do not know what you be and eva and but whatever it be . it on wheel . priceless . joan be repute to have sashay away with the very real and very expensive paris couture she wear in the movie and a if anyone could have stop her . sadly and she be never again to be so sublimely bitchy and be ultimately fat to throw rubber lizard at a monkey man in trog only fifteen year after queen bee and in a drunken last performance . sad joan . still and this relic from 1955 deserves to be see for what it be and the last gasp of great glamor from la crawford . we will never see her like again .