It was fine, the acting was incredible. Emotions were shown in word choice and these beautifully subtle expression transitions, my favorite being when Joan and Nathaniel were drinking and her smile never fully fades but express her going from amused to annoyed to saddened to almost livid. The family was a bit stale in the beginning, not entirely believable and I think David was too heavy handed with not enough shown to tell me why. I think the capture of a narcissistic type who uses the talents of their victim is well done, the small jabs and tone shifts. Even the blatant disrespect and gaslighting came off subtle and pointed without coming off too abrasive. The ending of the two finally shedding the facade they keep themselves is very good, the gaslighting and jealousy bounced against a remorseful and bubbling resentfulness was fairly well done as well, all very believable. But I just do not like it. Joan is a, blankly put, terrible character. She is a fine enough mother, but is ironically detached like the mother she wrote of. Maybe it was foreshadowing but it falls rather flatly because I couldn't find the will to care for her much. She is sweet but cardboard, motherly yet cliche- and I gather that it may be intentional, but it simply doesn't work. The story is called The Wife and yet it seems more interested in the husband. Or at least making him, the son, and the biographer more compelling. A few times she is star quality, but she is such a weak and weak-willed character. The abuse she would have faced would certainly cause a subservient person, a woman who falls for all these things her abuser wants. That doesn't excuse it though. She stays for him, I see no maternal care, no passion for her writing, nothing of her being anything more than some paper thin flimsy weak woman "lead". Now again, Close does a great job in acting and portraying these complex feelings, truly realistically. To a point where I can only argue there has to be SOMEONE in the whole world like this. We all know weak people, boring people, stupid people- they exist sure , but they aren't the best person to follow or feel fulfilled in being around. Which is exactly how I felt watching. Unfulfilled like Joan. It felt empty, it was easy to figure out what was happening almost immediately so there was no mystery, in fact when I thought there was an interesting plot to be had about maybe the husband having a memory disorder and forgetting his doings or not writing, only to find he is just a fool who never read the books he took credit for. It probably seems better in the book, but it all seems rushed and bland. The ending especially tried to put in some comedy against, what I assume, should have been a great and emotionally plunging moment and just muddled it. And his death carried no feeling but bitterness like flour in the mouth. As she coddled him and I suppose is freed, she seemed imprisoned forever and without closure, still upholding HIM over taking back or even assuming some sort of identity. She seems even weaker in his death than his life and it just spoils everything for me. It could've been a good movie but it's just not and has too little directing your attention that you could truly stop paying attention altogether.