✨Angelica Jade Bastién🔮’s review published on Letterboxd:
Not sure where to begin on this except to say I really didn’t like it and realized it was very much not for me early, early on. Drab, lifeless visually in a way that hinders it’s storytelling, little understanding of humanity. The acting feels rote and lacks any interiority — but Ben Whishaw and Jessie Buckley have the most egregious performances. They’re caricatures of the sensitive man out of step with the misogynistic culture around him and a woman so bound to her victimhood/handmaiden of the very culture that brutalizes her. Watching this I realized modern Hollywood doesn’t know how to portray women’s anger. Instead it flattens the emotion — it’s textures and complications and the potential that lies with its best use for revolutionary change.