Unreal. Pansy blusters and yells and inflates herself into a behemoth, a human Hindenburg, until she reaches a tipping point, and deflates in an instant, which left me breathless. I wept so many times. The most intense emotional ride at the movies imaginable, rabelaisian in its gluttonous depiction of a seemingly endless resentment, which is somehow totally satisfying. In a sleight of hand, however, Leigh offers less than nothing. The logic of the film, like most of his others, is that of portraiture, not narrative.
