The first half is like so boring. Seeing a blonde girl walk around while jazz music plays is not how character development works. Then I started to realize that she doesn't like men. She really does not like men. It doesn't help that her sister/roommate is dating a married man.
Her sister goes off with her boyfriend on vacation, leaving Carole, the blonde girl, at home. She only has to do two things: go to work as normal, and drop off the rent money. She fails at doing both. Eventually she locks herself in the apartment and breaks down.
Question: Is the cracking of the walls supposed to represent the cracking of her fragile psyche? Because that is just way too literal a way to emphasize this. I did not like this at all.
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| It's just a crack in the sidewalk. The director allows your dirty mind to figure out what she's really looking at. |
This film stands out as it portrays a character with mental illness from their point of view. We can tell she has suffered some form of abuse as she is untrusting, even afraid of all men, even ones who care about her. This is confirmed by the photo at the end of her as a child glaring in quiet rage at her father. I will give this film a 6/10.
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