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Mommie Dearest, Brothers Grimm: Thinking about Cleveland's House of Horrors

Duane Michals: "The Bogeyman" (1973)

The Shubert. The Apollo. Carnegie Hall.

So the "Snapple Theater Center" doesn't provoke the same reverent awe as do the names of those famous New York City landmarks, but hey, a gig's a gig, right?

Maybe Christina Crawford inherited more of her adoptive mother's trooper spirit than she'd care to admit.

It's so easy to imagine Joan Crawford growling, "Snapple, crapple! The show must go on!"

And so it does: the longrunning "Mommie Dearest" franchise, one angry daughter's single claim to fame -- first a blockbuster 1977 memoir, then a cult movie -- is back in a rather downmarket iteration: A Conversation with Christina Crawford: Live and Onstage in Surviving Mommie Dearest.

Or rather, was. The show's very brief run at the Snapple overlapped Mother's Day.

After more than 30 years of telling all, what possible secrets could Christina Crawford have left to reveal about her infamous mom?

Well, now she's claiming (sort of) that Joan Crawford murdered her husband Alfred Steele, the Pepsi CEO whose position the widow snatched for herself after his death.

Here's Faye Dunaway reenacting the power grab in the aforementioned cult flick, Mommie Dearest (1981):