chief film critic for IndieWire.
hi.
this feels like such a minor little breeze of a movie until the very last scene when the one true god David Strathairn (gently) wallops you with the sack of bricks he's been collecting in plain sight the entire time. highly recommended.
Barbara Minerva: I used to be a nerd who nobody liked but now I am hot and bulletproof and can pull off Robert Smith-levels of eyeliner.
Maxwell Lord: but don’t you want *more*?
Barbara Minerva: i want… to be cat.