There’s a point in The Woman in the Window when it dawns on Anna, its protagonist, that she might be wrong about what story she’s living in. She thought she was witness to disturbing acts of violence within the family across the street. But her mental instability, her alcoholism, and her many prescription pills have others doubting her account, and eventually, she starts to question her own recollections as well.
But while Anna’s narrative eventually reaches definitive, if not terribly satisfying, answers about what’s really been going on this whole time, the movie around her never seems to find that clarity. It’s a classy psychological thriller — no, it’s a surrealist nightmare. It’s an emotional exploration of trauma, or a ridiculous potboiler. It’s trash that doesn’t know it’s trash, except when it seems like maybe it does. Read more…
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