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Quaid reveals herself as an actress of subtly civilized savagery. Till now, I’ve seen her play only children and childlike adults; this is the first time I’ve seen her assay a Woman, and I’m floored. Her perfectly modulated W is a force of will in pursuit of a quixotic goal — an infinitely receding man, all the more attractive for his lack of self-definition — yet there’s nothing of the pathetic or foolish or cheap in the performance. What she chooses to conceal is as carefully selected as what she’s chosen to reveal. - New York Magazine (Cock)

At center, it’s the portrait of a fascinatingly complex woman, and here it gets the benefit of an electric, richly textured performance by Amanda Quaid. Lauren is sarcastic, insecure, and often says the precise opposite of what she means; Quaid plays her with enormous sensitivity and hits every note, layering subtext upon subtext. In the hands of Quaid, Lauren ultimately makes this a date well worth keeping. - Boston Globe (Engagements)

Ms. Quaid, her fair and delicate features mostly composed in a friendly but noncommittal expression, turns in a quietly moving performance as Valerie, who gradually opens up to the men about the tragedy in her recent past. Ms. Quaid wisely avoids lugubriousness and even the expected tearfulness, as Valerie recounts her story with a dispassionate precision that nevertheless teems with unspoken despair. - New York Times (The Weir)

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