In Peter Mackie Burns's film the eponymous heroine Daphne is a woman just turned thirty still living the life she probably thought cool ten years previously, but now with increasing sullenness and ferocity. Daphne is understandably bitter after life keeps giving her lemons, but she isn't very interesting. I'd like to have seen the character five years earlier, perhaps somewhat nicer and less self-destructive, watching the vanishing of hope through some combination of bad luck and bad judgement. The film we get ends with some predictable moments offering the possibility of reconciliation and redemption, but I didn't feel these to be fully justified by the story. I'm sure the world is full of Daphnes, but I found it hard to care about this one.
Review of Daphne
