No insane heel and their little friend cages birdy under contract.
Gilda feels like a flipped revisionist noir, with the misogynist gold-digging fatale slandered as bad news from the outset in an awkward bros before hos triangle, but it's all just a harmless theater needling the wanton wench archetype, written with the monstrous zeal of a bitterest ex and gambling addict who wants to call her shots once more and muzzle the nightingale's wayward affections. It is hard being a…