Stop me if this synopsis sounds familiar: A mousy young woman from an outlandishly dysfunctional family finally snaps and unleashes vengeance upon her small New England town. As much as the broad plot strokes of William Oldroyd’s Eileen obviously bring to mind Carrie — and even the film’s title card is similar — upon closer inspection, this film actually reads like a darkly curdled Carol, had the latter’s martinis been liberally laced with arsenic.
Published as part of InRO Weekly — Volume 1, Issue 5.
