Here we have the female version of Hannibal Lector. The yin of Judi Dench to Anthony Hopkin's yang. A true sociopath, much more passive, but just as cold. This movie made me cringe at times. Especially through Judi Dench's voiceovers. She has great lines to say and she outperforms them with perfection. They become crisp and clear, cutting and grating the airwaves of this film. True sociopathic poetry.
Cate Blanchett also brings in an understated performance. She tones down everything that is special about her and presents the unknowing victim of this crime. Guilty herself of a scandal, but more innocent than Judi Dench's old witch. At least she has blood in her veins.
But does Judi Dench also. The most interesting thing about her charachter is it's dual cyclical nature. She doesn't like anyone and complains about them bitterly in her journals. She gives them nicknames and berates them constantly. This makes noone like her, which in turn makes her incredibly lonely which in turn fuels her bitterness towards people which isolates her and makes her more solitary.
This is one of those people you would hate to meet. Because most people, if they were smart enough to know their faults they would try to better themselves. This person is smart enough to know her own faults, knows them, but is determined to make the same mistakes over and over again. She just doesn't get it and everyone she meets suffers.
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