Everyone is gaga bonkers over Gene Tierney — even after she’s possibly been blown away by a shotgun in the opening of one of the best silky-smooth film noirs ever crafted.
And why not?
Alive or dead, she’s Gene frickin’ Tierney, eternal cinematic goddess, an ethereal beauty whose personal life was marked by great tragedy and struggle.
So, whether it’s bullheaded cop Dana Andrews, sauvé playboy Vincent Price, or acid-tongued newspaper columnist Clifton Webb, it’s easy to see why they all fall under her spell.
After all, movie fans do it every time they watch one of her films.