Poor wealthy socialite Dominique (screen legend Jean Simmons). Ever since she fell down the stairs a year ago, she's been...not quite the same. In fact, she may even be going mad! She can't remember things like arguing with- and consequently firing- the chauffeur. At a party, a diamond brooch belonging to one of Dominique's friends ends up on one of Dominique's dresses- in the closet! And the klepto hostess doesn't recall stealing it! She hears voices, sees ghosts, and seems to be getting progressively worse, all to the dismay of her ice cold husband, the mustachioed David (Cliff Robertson of Spider-Man). After an encounter with a skeleton hanging from a noose in the conservatory, Dominique blames David for staging all of the bizarre events- she claims he's trying to drive her mad. Surprisingly (that's sarcastic, folks), he denies this, so Dominique goes to the new chauffeur Tony for help. He regretfully turns her down for fear of losing his job.
Dominique can't take the strain and soon ends up like that ol' skeleton, hanging by her neck in the conservatory.
Not long after she's buried, David begins to experience some odd occurrences...the piano plays Dominique's favorite tune, he hears her voice whispering his name, he hears footsteps, and he repeatedly sees her ghostly figure shuffling down the hallway leading from the site of her death.
A woman in black begins to follow him around, even during the day, planting herself outside of his office, staring up at him. Is that Dominique's face hidden in the robes? Oooo-eeee-ooooo!David gets a call from the superintendent of the graveyard, letting him know there's been a delivery, of sorts, in the night. He heads down to Dominique's grave to see new his-n-hers headstones in place- the one marked DAVID listing his death as "SOON". Not cool! Later, he receives a letter- from Dominique!- that states ever-so-politely, "Looking forward to your joining me on October 25th". That's in a few days, and that's really not cool.
As you may have guessed, now it's David's turn to go mad. Convinced that she's not really dead, David pays Tony the chauffeur to dig up Dominique's body. When they pry open the coffin lid, there's nothing but stones inside. A-ha! David admits to Tony that yes, he was trying to drive his wife crazy (for the money, of course), and now it seems the tables have turned. The next day David demands an official exhumation to prove to the police (and everyone) that Dominique is still alive and trying to do him harm. When the coffin is opened this time, however, his dearly departed is lying there, dearly departed.
At long last the night of the 25th arrives, and here comes Dominique doing her undead shuffle bit down the hallway...only this time, she's wielding a straight-razor! David, scared out of his mind, ends up going out a window and right through the conservatory roof. He dies where his wife died- eat them just desserts, David, you greedy bastard!I don't want to give away the twists and more twists ending, but like I said early on- Dominique is very reminiscent of the stories you'd find in an episode of Scooby-Doo. You can most likely figure it out what happens from that clue, Velma. Figuring out what's really going on in this type of thriller is where you'll find the joy in them- although there are some good creepy sequences as well. The loud, echoing click of the ghostly Dominique's heels as she limps down the hallway sent a chill down my spine, as did the slow creeeeaaaak of the rope in the conservatory as various bodies swing back and forth.
Dominique is very "1978" in that the pace is fairly methodical, even plodding at times; I can't imagine that it would be made today, what with the young'uns short attention spans and all. It's quiet, it's slow, it's old-fashioned...but this is the kind of movie that makes Ye Olde Final Girl happy.
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