A bad wig, a courtroom monologue, a monster movie, a prestige biopic, a superhero paycheck — the real test is whether the performance still feels alive. The actresses here don’t survive genre-hopping by sanding off their edges; they make each shift look like a private joke between them and the camera. One role asks for elegance, the next asks for rot, rage, slapstick, or absolute stillness, and somehow the same face keeps finding a new temperature. Range is an overused word, but with these performers, it earns its rent.
