n Too Close, a patient smothered in welts and bruises sits in a psychiatric unit pondering how life has landed her there.
Battered, with bloodshot, maniacal eyes and clumps of hair missing, Connie could have stepped off the set of Night of the Living Dead.
Nonetheless, it’s refreshing to see women placed front and centre in a drama that doesn’t require them to be sexy, heroic or, worse still, nice.
It would seem significant that Too Close is written, adapted and directed by women, none of whom buy into the ice queen or murderer-as-temptress tropes.