America is obsessed by dead girls. There's a necrophiliac fil rouge connecting True Detective to Sharp Objects. The perfect victim occupies a central place in America: it's a powerful signifier of the decline of the Dream in the Aging White Nation, now turned into nightmares of segregation, racism, and violence. Unlike the girl, this Grand Narrative is alive and kickin': one is dangerous, the other is in danger.
"One of your daughters is dangerous and your other daughter is in danger."
I'm pretty sure Amy Adams will get an Emmy and a Golden Globe out of this (still waiting on the Oscar, though). The way her face transfigured during those very last seconds was everything.
A very good TV-show with command performances from the entire female cast. A story searing with pain, tragedy and mystery kept elegantly afloat by Valee's assured direction. Personally I think the show could have been trimmed since it treads water at more than a few occassions but when everything clicks, this is a great TV-show to sink your teeth in.
A fucking knockout, and an important snapshot of depression in 2018. I was nervous as a great admirer of the novel, but this really plays like a novel for the screen. Faithful, authentic and textured, with a sensitive eye for small, character-rich details. Unabashedly emotionally brutal. Amy Adams and Patricia Clarkson are both on fire. Everyone and everything is exactly as I imagined it.
Vallée is two for two with this deep dive into the hell of mental illness and motherhood corrupted. Taking Flynn’s anemic dollhouse of the damned and transmogrifying it into this mesmeric Southern Gothic miniseries about trauma as an inherited disease is a small miracle that Adams, Clarkson, Scanlen and the director deserve heaps of praise for.