Spent way too much time thinking of how many of the people interviewed had made it through the pandemic
The dame throws herself in front of a flash sports car being driven by a brusque, square-jawed asshole. He gives her a ride and the credits roll backwards over a soundtrack of Nat King Cole singing on the car radio as the dame tries to stifle her sobs.
I think it's fair to say that I was sold on the movie from the very start.
This is such a trim, brutal film. At points it does come close to self-aware…