I wrote about Dead Ringers for Vulture, focusing on Rachel Weisz’s tremendous, career best performance. The series overall is a resplendent example of the feminine grotesque. The direction and cinematography is lush and precise. The acting is superb. It’s a lush, evocative, wild, feminist series that deserves to be studied and enjoyed.
Here’s an excerpt from the lede of my essay: Hearing Rachel Weisz say the word “cunt” is the auditory equivalent of biting into a piece of ultrafine dark chocolate. When it slips from her rosy lips — so languidly yet demanding of attention — I get a thrill: “Cunt.”
