The answer is: Plenty!
First, her son and the son of her friend, Adelle Bruckner (Debbie Reynolds) have been convicted of a particularly nasty murder. This causes Helen (Shelley Winters) and Adelle to change their names and move from their seamy past in the Midwest to Hollywood to run a dance school for aspiring child stars.
Then, the anonymous telephone calls start. Next, Adelle starts getting interested in dashing millionaire Lincoln Palmer (Dennis Weaver), and who knows what that might lead to.
Meanwhile, fire and brimstone radio evangelist Sister Alma (Agnes Moorehead) refuses Helen the assurance of God’s forgiveness just because she interrupted the taking-up of the collection.
It’s enough to make a woman do something desperate – like push someone downstairs. Shelley Winters chews the scenery as usual, but in a fun way.
Set in the 1930s, all the ingredients are there, including lots of adorably dreadful Shirley Temples and Micheal Mac Liammóir sounding like a reincarnated Sidney Greenstreet as a pompous elocution teacher and acting coach.
The increasing atmosphere of madness and hysteria is genuinely creepy, with a shocking finale that will haunt you for days.
Micheal Mac Liammóir
Detective Sgt. West
Samee Lee Jones
Debbie Van Den Houten
Teresa De Rose