Excruciating, my eyes were heavily watered throughout.
A group of detached grey men fill the periphery, while a lone figure stands in the frame. She is focused, her face desperate, and her expression reflects a fervent distaste for the whisperings around her.
The filmmakers portrayed grief and loneliness so conclusively that I cannot imagine an alternative to the work done for this film.
The score was impeccable, the creeping eerieness to it all was so unsettling.
Portman was a knockout, primo work.
