I think I finally understand Decker with this. She truly has invented her own language. Madeline’s Madeline is another expressionistic wonder, but even with Decker’s usual tricks — the dizzying camerawork, emphasis on improvisational performance, and masterful use of discomfiting non-diegetic sounds, there’s a narrative clarity here that I haven’t necessarily felt in her other films.
A sensual journey through a teenagers life. Theater group improvisation vs real life mother daughter problems. Makes you shift your sympathies constantly between the theater teacher, the mother and Madeline's mind.