There is a crispness, a hardness to the light here.
On a certain level, I think she represented, and I might be getting too esoteric here, but I think she represented someone like Native Americans or the First Nations peoples up in Canada or aborigines in Australia, whose lives and lands and everything was destroyed by the others who came in, as there were still people in those communities who were fighting for their equality and their rights.
It looks like a Christmas card.
Her music is fuddy duddy, old and repellant to most.
When the film opens, she is as tough as nails, a shoot-first-and-ask-questions-later woman.
The next minute, I was just in the depths of despair.