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The Lady Forgets had a promising premise. It starts off in a very interesting manner. What a way to captivate the audience when a woman has no memory for the last 2 years and supposedly walked out on her husband and daughter. You are left with so many questions.

But sadly these are poorly answered. The direction of this film is quiet poor. How did Rebecca (a.k.a Julie Black) lose her memory in the first place???How did Julie Black meet and get close to Tony Clay? What happened over these 2 years? A scene or two explaining this would have helped. We have to assume he Tony Clay met her the night we witnessed the murder. We also have to assume she then lost her memory after falling through the glass and regained it when she fell at the start of the film except the last two years. A lot of loose ends are not tied and this film leaves you confused and having to piece together the story from fragments. I feel a great story exists here and perhaps if someone like Alfred Hitchcock was the director, he would made it a treat to watch.

A housewife suffers a blow to her head. Two years later she hits her head again. She does not know what happened during those years.

In flashbacks, she (and we) discover the new life she lived. She had a new career ... and a new man ... and new enemies.

This is an intelligent movie. Donna Mills carries the show with a strong, sincere performance. I have this one recorded, and have watched it several times over the last 12 years.

I get irritable when I am lulled into thinking a movie can't be all had. This one is. Between the running or walking chases, the cuts to dew jazz, the interminable long and attempted sultry gazes, the conversation pauses that lead to nothing or Evigan's thinning long pony tail, this was one BAD movie. Even Mill's constantly slicked lips couldn't save the performance or movie.