Review of Remember My Name

. . . strumpet sociopath would say, then the title of this flick is perfectly apt. Wicked wench Emily appoints herself as a one-woman wrecking crew waging war upon a past lover. She demolishes Neil's car, breaks up his marriage, gets him fired from his long-time job and leaves him locked up in her grubby flophouse apartment with little prospect that help will arrive in time to prevent a fatal outcome. Perhaps Neil (if he survives) should consider himself to be a lucky stiff. After all, jaundiced Jezebel Emily has just left Rusty bleeding profusely from a skewer to his femoral artery, immediately before she burning through all of Pike's savings while leaving him high and dry. Almost lost in the shuffle is the fact that this horrific harlot had earlier deprived Mr. N. of about half his store cashiers. This film's soundtrack intermingles the vile vixen's acts of villainy with reports of a Hungarian earthquake killing more than a million people, suggesting that the egregious Evil Miss Emily is far worse than any natural disaster.