Sally Jane Black’s review published on Letterboxd:
Decaying luxury sprawls in internal(ized) squalor. Both Edies are trapped, bitter, nostalgic, regretful, in love with a time and place, in love with dreams deferred or lost or warped by years of neglect and repression. There is love between them, but it is the choked, stripped love of two people chafing at the other's presence. It is difficult not to have sympathy for them, even though it's equally hard not to think of how they came into their money and power, how that has protected them even as they live in refuse, how others have been harmed by the avarice inherent in their lifestyles; these two women are seemingly guileless in their needs and strengths. It seems strange to think they were exploited--they were said to have loved the movie even if they were not paid everything they were promised--but it's hard to watch anyone experience pain and not wonder why those with the cameras do nothing.
52 project: 102/52