Review of Bunny O'Hare

. . . at its outset, becoming a dangerous marked woman after her home is bull-dozed by her mortgage banker. Her worthless son is a hopeless compulsive gambler, and his bad sister is hitched to another total loser in the burnt offerings business. Though once a housewife, the bank victim feels that she is now leading a stolen life, and wonders where love has gone following the death of her spouse. With her betting-crazed son always pressing her for a payment on demand, the newly homeless wench needs a pocketful of miracles to avoid becoming just the old maid. Then she experiences a dark victory of sorts, as her toilet stool thief gradually becomes an old acquaintance. (This harried mom is no cheap Jezebel, but more of a Virgin Queen to her loo napper.) Her traveling companion never says "It's love I'm after." Instead, the working man entices that certain woman toward a border town, such as Juarez. Successfully pulling off about eight bank robberies is so big that the now-famous front page woman feels like she's enjoying all this, and Heaven, too. Though she and her bank heist pro must exercise some deception around the police lieutenant and his hippie gal special agent to avoid a stretch of human bondage in the joint, they don't have to worry about having three on a match because there's only two of them. In this our life, they conclude, the great lie is letting the fuzz take down a dead ringer so we don't have to spend something like 20,000 years in Sing-Sing.