“One of Jane’s P.T.S.D. flashbacks has merged with the present, confirming Perry’s identity; her face becomes a mask of fear. Madeline looks at her, follows her gaze to Perry, and then looks back at Jane, altered—she’s figured it out. Madeline catches Celeste’s eye and turns it toward Jane, who nods almost imperceptibly. The twist has been communicated wordlessly among all three of them.
The show understands that minor social transactions between women can express the nuances of violence with a unique specificity and a nauseating subtlety.“
I think maybe sometimes I’m just holding onto this idea of perfection so tight, that something has to give. And I can’t explain it, and I won’t excuse it.
Big Little Lies: You Get What You Need
foul-mouthed & perpetually angry princess: a story of me