A quiet, stage-like chamber piece that observes three women at work with cool intimacy and little melodrama.
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| Scale | Value | 0 to 10 |
|---|---|---|
| Action | 0 | |
| Horror | 1 | |
| Humour | 2 | |
| Realism | 8 | |
| Romance | 1 | |
| Tension | 3 | |
| Darkness | 5 | |
| Complexity | 5 | |
| Emotional weight | 5 |
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