A friend and I were talking about Bette Davis the other day, and remembering being scared half out of our wits by "Whatever Happened to Baby Jane" and "Hush, Hush, Sweet Charlotte". Baby Jane Hudson especially gave me nightmares. We'd sit with our homemade popcorn covered in butter, in our pj's, covered with blankets on the sofa getting so totally creeped out that we'd fight over who had to get up and close the drapes over the now-dark windows. Every time she fed Blanche the rat I'd pee my pants. And every time I'd squirm and root for Blanche to hurry up, hurry up!!!!! HIT HER already!!!
It wasn't until my 20's that I discovered Bette Davis was quite the young bombshell in her time.