When the early 1900s were so plagued with bravado that even the greenbacks could gaze malefully.
In a weird way, it validates why I’ve always wanted to stay as far away from tub drains as possible. Fennell’s comparably more ambitious here as opposed to her last outing and Keoghan’s on some more treacherous shit than ever. Generally well done apart from its runtime being drawn out for the sake of themes that don’t have all that much to say. Dazzling to the eye and often repulsive to the soul. Obsession and infiltration of a particularly demented degree.