Have these people never read anything by Eugene O'Neill even. He and other writers like him wrote about disillusion and despair much more refined. I mean Liz, Burton, Segal, and the great Sandy Dennis did it much better with Virginia Woolf directed by Mike Nichols. These simpletons don't even come close. I know the hoi polloi just love Elisabeth Moss but love has got nothing to do with the trajectory of the film. Its not about you. Posers.
Academic Porn passing of for Independent Cinema. Garbage.