Film star Frances Farmer's offscreen madness was so entrancing that Frances, a movie about her hellish, harrowing life, was made at a point (1982) when only revival-house film buffs could remember what movies Farmer had appeared in to begin with. And in one of the most touching and poignant moments in Frances, we watch Jessica Lange in the title role shuffle listlessly along as her long-suffering sweetheart Harry (played with dash by Sam Shepard) continues to pay Farmer visits and follows her around in puppyish adoration even though she has undergone a lobotomy and is now only a fraction of the woman he first fell in love with, a waif so faded that she can't even be a square on The Hollywood Squares.