Don't Look Now, Darling

I dismissed the idea of seeing Don’t Worry, Darling because the trailer made it seem to be a Stepford Wives rip-off.  But at Bart’s suggestion, we went to see it this afternoon and I enjoyed it.  

The weird mystery element remains engaging throughout, and the vivid mid-century modern design dazzles the eye. The music is an enticing blend of jazzy standards that comment on the action and effectively eerie female a cappella. Harry Styles is fine, and Chris Pine makes an insidiously creepy cult leader. You can see touches of all sorts of things here, not just Stepford Wives but Twilight Zone, Carrie, zombie apocalypse movies and more. But the blend remains tasty.

And if you’d care read it as an elaborate MAGA metaphor, you're perfectly free to.