Lars-Arne’s review published on Letterboxd:
So yeah, mortality amirite, what a bitch hhhhaha.
Idk how to put it properly, but everything about paquin's character/performance feels so invasive. She doesn't take a break to breathe when talks, she's loud, she completely dominates the conversations she's in, and she is in a lot of those. Tbh everyone tries to do that. They desperately try to gain each others sympathy or be heard, yet they completely fail to sympathize with anyone else. It's competition to see who's the most vulnerable of them all. All in all it's pretty simple I guess, you can't make a compelling drama without flawed characters and Margaret pulls it of pretty well.
Also I'm pretty sure she used "strident" correctly