The film does not have the luxury of this novelistic technique. Polley's screenplay requires her characters to articulate their views in a dramatic fashion, designed as much to speak directly to contemporary audiences as to persuade each other. As these women grapple with their strict religious beliefs and practices in the face of the ungodly revelations they have recently become aware of, the cast of this film is forced to put forth persuasive, learned arguments that are completely antithetical to their uneducated characters.
The picture is intended as a parable, in which the circumspection these women express is a metaphor for wisdom acquired through generations of child-rearing, manual labor, and spiritual reflection. Still, you can't escape the fact that movies must create their own internal reality in ways a novel, which unfolds within a reader's imagination rather than in front of a viewer's eyes, does not. Thus most every aspect of Women Talking comes across as erroneous in the context of its setting. The dialogue sounds like what a college debate team might argue if they were faced with the hypothetical choice that these women must make for real. Polley and cinematographer Luc Montpellier (Take This Waltz, The Cry of the Owl, Away from Her) color-correct their digital images to the point of near monochrome, which makes the agrarian landscape look like some dystopian futuristic space frontier.
The performances by the likes of Rooney Mara, Claire Foy, Jessie Buckley, Judith Ivey, Frances McDormand, and others are reliably and unquestionably compelling and will no doubt garner many awards. One can accurately state this cast is the best ensemble of the year. But it's just as true to say the casting is the worst of the year because it doubles down on the divergence between who these cloistered characters are stated to be and the modern way Polley depicts them. Watching these contemporary actors speak this eloquent dialogue is like watching a version of Twelve Angry Men in which every character is Henry Fonda.