Julia Roberts’ turn as Barbara Weston is less a performance than a reckoning. She abandons the glossy rom-com aura that made her a star and steps into a woman who is exhausted, furious, and still somehow holding the center of a collapsing family. Opposite Meryl Streep’s venom-laced Violet, Roberts channels a lifetime of unspoken hurt into sharp, trembling confrontations that feel dangerously intimate. Her face, stripped of Hollywood polish, becomes a battlefield of twitching restraint and sudden, volcanic outbursts.
