for years, theresa wright was always so namby-pamby and saccharine and goody-two shoes.
she foiled uncle joseph cotten's ambitions in shadow of a doubt and she was oh so sanctimonious to her mother the marvelous bette davis in the little foxes which is my all-time bette davis movie.
with a smile on her face and mission in her heart she goes about her merry little way stinging her rivals to death like such a busy little bee. it's priceless and was sheer genius of mr. hitchcock to take his once prized ingenue and transform her into a sweet-faced avenging angel of death...utterly priceless...