It's tempting to want to compare this to Cassavetes' Woman. It's certainly more taut & precise. But it's also less purely a social critique (though it is that), making it something else entirely. This is RWF's trademark deep-but-merciless objective empathy, unveiling the psychology* that even allows for that oppressive bourgeois normativity (see title). Caven is perfect as the ne plus ultra of valium-era victims.