It’s difficult, bruising in its spare, fuss-free, confrontational design until a final empathetic intrusion brings some relief and provides a much-needed reorienting of perspective.
That quality permeates the film right from the opening scene, when a blissful couple’s coital moans take over the dark screen, resolving to the pained face of Susan (a brilliant Michaela Watkins), confronted with the sight of an alarming pair of off-camera lovers: She walks in on her husband Alan (Sandy Jobin-Bevans) having an affair with his golf instructor Jacinta (Sorika Wolf).
