Realise this is officially indebted to Sirk, Stahl, Minnelli et al, but kept being reminded of Ozu, with Julianne Moore as a Noriko figure forced to internalise bitter emotions behind the smiles of a woman conforming the the sake of others. While I have very mild misgivings about the stylisation, not so much of the decor and costumes but the depiction of the small-town Connecticut chattering classes as paranoid wolf pack ready and waiting to pounce on one of their…
No central character.
No defined purpose for side characters.
No three acts.
No internal references.
No political polemical voice.
One of the best films ever made.