
Flicks, Rebecca Barry Hill
Katharine Hepburn once said that while watching Meryl Streep you could see the wheels turning in her head. That's a rare distraction, but it invades Streep's otherwise impressive turn as a pill-addled matriarch in Tracy Letts' adaptation of his Pulitzer-Prize-winning play. Streep so inhabits the complex Violet in August: Osage County that it's virtually impossible to envision anyone else in the role, let alone focus on the other stars in the film. But as she rides the highs and lows of the meds, her performance teeters between the brilliant and the OTT.
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