This is set in a small town in early twentieth century Alabama where little has changed since the civil war. It is a poor community, of low wage workers and racial apartheid, which is resistant to change. The southern aristocracy has atrophied and the new money of American capitalists is about to feed on the corpse of the confederacy.
The adaptation of Lillian Hellman's play is set almost entirely in a single house. As a woman, Bette Davis' matriarch has to fight for wealth through her husband (Herbert Marshall). He has grown tired of exploiting the weak and is terminally sick. But the wife and her brothers need his money to secure a deal which will make them very rich.
This is a fascinating film of the decline of a corrupt tradition about to be consumed by the wealth of the few. They are all avaricious monsters who howl and tear at each other as much as those they exploit. Davis is impassive behind her mask of white paint, which conceals her tawdry appetites and sordid ambitions.
It is specifically about the deep south, which would dominate Hollywood drama in the middle of the century. Hellman's writing is more precise than the poetics of her contemporaries. This is a frank exposure of the physical and emotional violence hidden in domesticity and a society where southern gentility is merely a strategy.