I very rarely treat myself (for certain definitions of the word “treat” depending on how tired I am) to a double bill at the cinema. I think the last time might have been a Ben Wheatley night at the Watershed nearly 10 years ago. And that was a deliberate programmed thing. In this instance, an hour after seeing EO, I went to see Women Talking, knowing it would be realistically my last chance to see it before going home for the week. There’s a moment in it, maybe a third of the way through or so, during the census taking that reveals something fascinating about the setting of this whole thing (note: this may or may not be the case - I missed about 2 minutes at the beginning as I left the screen to ask them to fix the projection masking), which threw me. It’s an example of how expertly this has been put together by Sarah Polley. At times devastating, at times an impeccable slow burn jury room drama akin to - ironically - 12 Angry Men. The cast are fantastic, all, although I find it funny how minimal Frances McDormand’s role is compared to the marketing. Also, impressively given the subject matter, not as unremittingly bleak as you might expect either.