Watching someone on screen crash and burn in a flaming inferno of self-destruction, can be an excruciating ordeal. I wasn’t sure I could witness it. I almost fled the audience part way through this exhausting bombardment of psychological disintegration.
But somehow I couldn’t give up on Elisabeth Moss . . . so.I returned to my seat and hung on tight, come what may.
Then it happened! The beautiful silence of a broken snd contrite human being at the very bottom…