Chloe Sevigny

That Gallo's narrative never allows Daisy to be more than a foil for Bud betrays...that the director has it in for those darn women, leaving—well, a bad taste in our mouths.

The animal holds a mirror up to the human protagonist...how prone youth can be on the cusp of adulthood, how reckless when desperate or threatened, how vulnerably pure of heart.

It’s no great leap to see Strutt as Trumpian, but Beatriz at Dinner has bigger fish to fry than any one figure...make[s] our nation's political intractability the stuff of comedy and...dramatizes the spiritual exhaustion of our time.