Film

The House of Mirth

Name: The House of Mirth
Genre: Drama, Romance
Released: 2000
Cast: Gillian Anderson, Dan Aykroyd, Eleanor Bron, Terry Kinney, Anthony LaPaglia

Terence Davies directs Edith Wharton's novel with a cold, exact hand, and Gillian Anderson gives the performance of her career as Lily Bart, a woman whose entire survival hinges on marrying well. There are no big scenes, just small mistakes accumulating into ruin. Slow, formal, and quietly devastating — for anyone who wants to watch a trap close in real time.

TMDb rating

6.3

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