Evening

Evening
This painfully slow examination of two periods in a woman’s life is a mostly dull and substandard effort at drama that greatly wastes the talent involved with it. It’s aggravating to know how much better this would have worked as a stageplay; fans of the book might want to wait for that to happen because sitting through it as a movie is tantamount to being in your own deathbed awaiting the end.[Lees verder]

Evening
This painfully slow examination of two periods in a woman’s life is a mostly dull and substandard effort at drama that greatly wastes the talent involved with it. It’s aggravating to know how much better this would have worked as a stageplay; fans of the book might want to wait for that to happen because sitting through it as a movie is tantamount to being in your own deathbed awaiting the end.[Lees verder]

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