Review: Sofia Coppola’s 'The Beguiled'
The film looks like an unholy collaboration between John Singer Sargent and Edvard Munch, a faded mansion on its way to becoming a sickroom.
From the first shots of mist drifting past trees dripping with Spanish moss, ’s moves with a languid, hypnotic menace. Most gothic melodramas seem to take place in a hothouse. The film takes its character and pace from the humid Southern air that slows everything and reduces the humans trapped inside to the helpless conviction that the relief they’re waiting for will never
