The Lost Daughter (2021)
Sunlight dapples on water, waves crash, and cicadas whirr. The air feels thick and heavy. Beneath the haze of summer, the film seethes quietly. Fruit sits rotting in a basket. A worm crawls from the mouth of a doll. Pristine in white, except for a spot of blood, Leda (Olivia Coleman) stands ghostly against a dark sea. So begins The Lost Daughter, brimming with foreboding. Leda’s name, even, is drenched in canonic sorrow; first in Greek mythology, later in the WB Yeats poem. The sense of threat is palpable.