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| Description | This is one of the least tense mysteries I have ever seen. And that, my foxy little whores, is wonderful! Halfway through the movie, it is pretty obvious what is going on. The question goes from who to why? Then after watching the lives of the people in the village, it goes from why to why not?!? The settings are great. The acting superb. The script is tight. The story is small and quiet, but that underlies how explosive it is. The most offensive thing in the movie isn't the obesities given voice by all wicked little letters, but the silence otherwise enforced on women. Each woman is put in her place, given her role to play, her boundaries to stay within. They needn't talk, because their lives and answers had been written for them. She was the town bad girl, so is always to blame. Another is the dutiful spinster daughter, too meek to notice. One is female cop, a sad travesty deserving of pity more than mocking. So on and so forth, we watch the post Great War society try to pack people, and women, back into roles that were as destroyed by the war as any building. We watch, knowing just how lost that world is and how futile it will be to try and pack women back into it. But mind you, this is based on very true story; where a nation watched in horror as a women penned silly, vulgar posts to people that would be buried in any comment section today. |