This is no engrossing portrait of a woman's psychological pain, desperation and feelings of suffocation and helplessness, which I presume was the original intent. The opening caption identifies it as "a tale from a true tragedy," but when the characters and story of the "true tragedy" are so well-known, it doesn't work to create such wildly inaccurate and comically cringeworthy portraits and scenarios. What we get is Kristen Stewart's mugging for all she's worth in a weirdly clipped and almost incomprehensible accent, as she simply lolls and mopes about interminably. There's zero tension, no plot, no taking the individual's psychological condition to a "what if" storyline of any gripping interest -- just a lot Stewart portraying anger suppression, depressed ennui and weirdly unnatural self-containment, with bouts of nuttiness. She's completely one-dimensional. I got halfway through and had to give up the ghost and stop wasting any more time on this excruciatingly boring drivel. Perhaps that doesn't justify giving a rating, but it was pretty clear the rest would be more of the same, and my 3 stars given is simply for the set design which was visually interesting.
