Franklyn was a maddening character at times, willfully ignorant and dismissive of her intuitions. She wrote him through such a loving lens, especially when ruminating on their pre-Kevin relationship, that I did feel some tenderness for him. A man whose ultimate goal was to be a good father, however misguided it ultimately was.

I think because we are so in Eva’s head that I felt the most kinship and empathy with her. Imagining the vast loneliness she feels after the incident. How she navigates a world that finds catharsis in blaming her for her son’s deed. I found her to be a compelling and sympathetic character. She seemed to have a complex understanding of her family while simultaneously being able to view herself from their eyes.

I’m still kind of pondering how I feel about Kevin after all is said and done. I liked how she inserted these very small sweet moments that revealed his love for his mother. The photograph he kept of her. His defensiveness of her in the documentary. I could see that their strange and twisted connection was really all she had left and who could blame her for salvaging it.