Dale Mead

Short and sweet: i’m not a mother or a father. But I couldn’t get past the fact that Leda stole the doll and kept it apparently for days while the child suffered. Sick! Nothing in the plot mattered once she stole the doll and could see how the child was suffering, yet kept it. She treated a stranger’s child as cruelly as she did her own daughters by leaving them as they begged her to stay—and, metaphorically, for as long. She hadn’t changed! Just as selfish as ever! I turned the film off precisely at the moment when she gave the doll back. She wasn’t giving the girl or the family a gift, And I didn’t want to see it. Movies only work when they make us care for the character. Leda was repulsive.

I watch this movie for about 45 minutes and walked out. I was repelled almost from the start by the first song. It was for sound in fury signifying nothing. Primarily the lyrics are incredibly stupid. It wasn’t anywhere close enough to what we would expect a hit to sound like to carry the film beyond itself. Thus the character singing it was totally unbelievable as a star. The unimaginative #MeToo scene with the naïve young singer and The predator who controlled her future in the back of the bus finally drove me out.