Revenge is rarely as sweet as we think it'll be.

This fucking sizzles from start to finish. It's a rage-filled, candy-coated fantasy. Cathartic and exhausting and tragic. At what point, after devoting your life to a single purpose, do you move on? At what point is enough enough? Or is it ever?
I wonder how many times I've written this in a Letterboxd review, but it's obviously not enough, Carey Mulligan gives the best performance of the year.

I'm having trouble writing something smart and coherent about this because there's a lot there and none of it is as black and white as it seems. It's one I'll need to think about for a long time.