This has no trademark bite, trauma or grim chuckles. This is not scary or overwhelming; it’s just full of moral problems and blasé conversations by morose idiots. This was discardable and not extremely creepy, real or relatable. This was a series of disasters and nobody acts sensibly or effectively. People act to the detriment of those around them. Serious consequential damage is inflicted. This was not thrillingly raw, just improbable and full of incompetence and ineptitude.
She also comes up with a way to bring down the patriarchal system of zealous religiosity. This is very good but one doesn’t really care for Jean. She cares only about her lover and ignores her children and husband. She has no absolute despair only petty whining about not caring to clean her house. She doesn’t care about social exclusion but only justifying her adultery by recounting the failures of her husband and rhapsodising about her lust for her lover.
Also the plot wraps up too quickly and conveniently and she goes from not wanting her lover’s lovechild to caring more about it than her other children. Flaws aside this was an alarmist, fraught tale. But could such entrenched separation and conspiratorial whispering really be swept away? The cultural environment changed. Would such a stifling social code change back?
“There’s no chance of going now.”
“No idea of the hell he’s about to unleash.”
“Eking life out in a twisted Little House On the Prairie existence.”
“I note an uncomfortable absence of windows, or of an interior handle on the rear doors.”
To A Dreamer