It's Close's face, simmering with a storm of contradictions, that haunts the viewer from beginning to end. Though the film could hardly be described as great cinema, Close's perennial look of astonishment and resilience borrows from the misery of the aforementioned women of cinema, and of feminine despair writ large. It commands the action to the point of turning every other screen element into a gratuitous prop.
Diego Semerene
August 13, 2018