benhack’s review published on Letterboxd:
Tight fabrics of represssion. Tenuous fabrics of expression. The majestic pearls that veil over a so tortured heart seem to strangle so fiercely. Every action feels like convention, with every word spoken in a didactic agency. Each four walls around Diana speak this language, a torturing dialect that reprimands any liberty. Pretences of what should be, a jarring malaise, the isolation from being terse in their cold tongue. It's a certain vanity, each elegant costume becoming a pressure of sheer acquiescence; these gowns speak with such nonchalance, such allure yet never with any empathy.
They speak with such idealism yet it all becomes lost in translation to her fluency in humanity.
Kristen Stewart absolutely incarnated Diana. goddamn!