There's something about the '50s that draws me to it. I don't know if it's because of watching I Love Lucy growing up, or because something about New York City in the 1950s is part of pop culture, but the decade holds a fascination for me.
This was a beautiful rendering of two women, from different decades, learning their strength as women.
"That morning I had tried to hang myself. I had taken the silk cord of my mother's yellow bathrobe as soon as she left for work and in the amber shade of the bedroom fashioned it into a knot that slipped up and down on itself. It took me a long time to do this because I was poor at knots and had no idea how to make one..."
A dark, foreboding retelling of Jane Eyre and The Haunting of Hill House - a Mexican god-like family, psychedelic mushrooms, and incest.