There’s something wrong with Carol White - it’s a sneeze in the opening scene of the film, it’s the couch she meticulously picked out to match her house that comes in the wrong colour, it’s the way she doesn’t laugh at a sexist joke told over dinner - all these small ways she unwittingly disturbs the peace of her homemaker life. This wrongness is pervasive, and takes effect on her body, as if without her consent it begins to reject the manifestations of her suppression - after she gets a perm, her nose starts to bleed. Her husband embraces her, and she vomits.

Socially anaesthetised, all she can remember of a childhood room is the yellow wallpaper - this reference…