These perfect housewives serve each other passive aggression like petits fours and protestations of affection like they're macarons iced with arsenic.

Half the time, you don't know if you should be rolling or shuddering in your seat, though you mostly do the latter.

Masset-Depasse deftly handles a plot which flirts openly with ripe melodrama, but keeps the audience guessing about which household the madness and paranoia lurks within.

Disturbing, dripping with tension, and largely well-crafted, it’s a haunting experience that leaves you guessing at every turn.