Cages and cages and cages. The opening shot shows dilapidated rooms, overrun by autumn leaves and dirt from outside and decorated with floral wallpaper. Ramsay fills the film with dead images of natural life: jumpers emblazoned with animals, flowers drooping in vases, overflowing fruit bowls. An oppressive environment that gestures towards what the natural should be, not what it actually is. Everything is designed to give an impression of life while maintaining a bubble of domestication. There's nothing natural about small talk to pass the time, or owning a dog, or microwaving powdered mac and cheese. She's told again and again how she should be feeling, but it isn't ever how she really feels, and so she throws herself at the boundaries of an environment that's pinning her in (whether physical, societal, familial, or sexual, and on and on). A film about how frustrating it is to be oppressed by rules that don't make any sense to you, and about how the "solution" is always to be put in another cage, and then another, and another. Anything for other people to maintain a charade of normalcy. But, then, what is normal anyway?