The Damned Don't Cry (1950)

Joan Crawford always could portray the ambitious, strong-willed character really well - and she does it here too. Living an hand-to-mouth existence with her husband and young son, tragedy befalls her and she ("Ethel/Lorna") determines to start a new life. Initially flogging cigars in an hotel, but soon her beauty helps her meet new, and increasingly influential, wealthy, friends. When she meets "Marty" (Kent Smith), a small time accountant whom she introduces to her restaurant owning pal "Grady" (Hugh Sanders), this honest fellow starts to attract attention of his own, the coat-tails of whom she is happy to travel along on, too. Before long, both are embroiled in a perilous nationwide gaming racket headed by her latest beau "George" (David Brian). When he gets suspicious of one of his underlings "Nick" (Steve Cochran), she is despatched to use her wiles on him - only, that doesn't quite go according to plan... You kind of feel sorry for poor old "Marty" - infatuated by Crawford, but not on her radar as she seeks wealth and power, inherently drawn to the wrong 'uns. The ending is a bit rushed, but the rest of it takes it's time to demonstrate this women's ability to twist men around her little finger. The pace is good, the male performances maybe just a bit stereotyped - but it's still a great opportunity for the star to be exactly that.