(A remake of A Place in
the Sun, but with some plot alterations)
Elizabeth Taylor is bored living the hoity-toity life with
no fun, action or worries, but she’s not sure how to fix this situation until
she meets down-on-his-luck scumbag Montgomery Clift, who is a drug dealer and
petty criminal. And so Elizabeth Taylor decides to run off with Monty to live
in his cesspool of excitement and depravity.
Oh, but Liz’s fiancé doesn’t like
this idea, and so he says she’ll do it “over (his) dead body”. Well, a simple
boating excursion does the trick, and then Liz is rid of that guy. And so Liz
hooks up with notorious underworld small-fry Monty for a series of cheap
thrills, until someone finds Liz’s fiancé’s body floating in the water
somewhere and the police get involved.
And so Montgomery Clift is arrested for
the murder because, well, he’s poor, and he’s a petty criminal, and Liz’s parents
don’t like him much, and they contribute a lot of money to the Sheriff’s re-election campaigns. Liz confesses to the crime, but they execute Monty for it anyway
because, well, he’s poor and can’t afford a good lawyer, and you can’t find a
rich person guilty, especially if she’s really pretty.
And so Liz discovers she can get away with anything, and she becomes a serial killer who is never caught. And Montgomery Clift types always get blamed and executed for her crimes, which she finds extra thrilling: killings aided by the justice system, no less!
And the moral of the story is: Nobody’s ever going to
execute Elizabeth Taylor for any reason, so when she’s guilty of something,
make sure you’re not Montgomery Clift, or you’ll fry for it.
