Slow, textured, feminine, sensual, a bit self-indulgent, but it left me feeling something for a change. I feel less alone in the universe tonight.
Other viewers will note a definite shortage of exploding robots in this one.
I was interested in Carol when I heard it was by Patricia Highsmith, her second novel, The Price of Salt. Highsmith was very good at capturing the 1950s and the opportunists of the day. The recreation in Carol, as in The Two Faces of January, is captivating. It feels like a classic film, for the most part.
They hit the staring out of car windows a bit hard and that repetitive theme song too. So it felt a bit longer than it should have.
Carol is not a particularly uncommon story. It’s clear why the author chose to tell it. There is a feeling of dread that the director kept pressing…
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