Secluded compound, 1950's, men provide, women serve, for some good old days, for many others a living nightmare. Reality is drab, grueling experience without many selling points, except one, important one. We are only alive when we struggle, when we fall and rise again. This stylish take on "The Stepford wives", masterpiece of feminist horror written by Ira Levin, holds on its own. Filmed beautifully, well cast, but somehow woefully fails to make its own clear mark. This viewer was left with the frustrating feeling that something crucial is missing, that some masterstroke never happened. It all fizzled in the aura of tepid disappointment.
Review of Don't Worry Darling
