I was looking for something to watch and was kind of liking this one, sort of still do because of Patricia Clarkson. Been thinking it was flawed--like Amy Adams is apparently constantly drinking vodka but never appears drunk at all (yes, I've known alcoholics who drink literally from the time they wake up with tremors, but they're still knackered sometimes, plus the odor is not just alcohol on the breath, it's nasty metabolites or something wafting from every pore). Police chief and big city detective who just wander aimlessly around while two murders go unsolved?
Today it just hit me--the teeth, the dollhouse, the marble floor. I read the damn book during Covid on my kindle. Thought it was ridiculous. Oh well, I kind of like that simmering southern fug, I like Clarkson's dresses, I like the house. I'll probably finish it. |