By the time the wraparound scenes approached to finally put the film's dismal production to rest, Elara's earlier sparks of performance passion had dulled to mere embers. No matter how deeply she attempted to access her character's emotional core as Oliver demanded with increasing shrillness, his constant probing "encouragements" effectively poisoned any wellsprings of authenticity.
Watching her friend struggling to soldier on through the toxicity filling every inch of the set left Evie's stomach roiling with impotent rage day after day. Her earlier vows to take drastic action if things went too far soon became moot as they hurtled straight past the guardrails of decency and ethics.
