It's terrific, by the way and Catherine Keener is just fucking brilliant.
Think witch.
(Think ALL witches, as Emma said.)
Think Helen Mirren's Morgana intertwined with increasingly unique post-menopausal, post-GWB Margaret Atwood and a voice that seductively slips between Julie London and Colleen Dewhurst living in the world's greatest solarium where you know that somewhere in (at least) one of the corners there is a captive, homesick wood-elf humming Noël Coward and handcuffed to a Pre-Civil War copper distillery empowered under duress by the last Karankawa monanguia*.
Anyways, this six months later "I'm disturbed" shit is hilarious.
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* I'm allowed. Let your knee-jerk go.
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