You don’t have to be mourning your daughter’s untimely decapitation to empathize with Annie Graham. Who among us hasn’t popped off at her nearest and dearest over chicken and dressed greens at least once in her life? And yet, rage rarely finds such perfect distillation as in the moment when Toni Collette bursts forward to shout, “And all I get is that face on your face.” The temptation to laugh — Face on your face? Come again? — is because you KNOW what she means.



Most of us lack the boldness to communicate so directly, but Annie is no stranger to confrontation — even if it means accidentally telling your son you “never wanted to be his mother.” What can we say, isn’t honesty the best policy?

