I've not yet lived enough, nor seen enough films.
Truly disturbing, but moving performances by (in this order) Elizabeth Olsen, John Hawkes and Sarah Paulson. Hugh Dancy was forgettable, as is often the case. Yet another movie about cults, yet another instance where my consciousness felt a mix of empathy and revulsion. Nothing like the film to which I've most often heard it compared, Sound of My Voice, which features fewer strong performances but a more compelling plot line. Still, well-done, and extraordinarily well-directed. In particular, the way events…