“I did nothing wrong!” she exclaims, again and again. Until it turns out she did. It’s amusing, to start with, but such is the level of self-involvement that it starts to grate. I suppose that’s the point: though the protagonist might want us to think this is her story, the wry director’s lens shows us it is not, whether that’s panning down to an uneaten salad she insists was polished off at the teachers’ meeting, or giving her enough verbal rope to tie herself in knots. Weisz plays the role of overlooked, frustrated wife to a tee, even if the protagonist refuses to admit that she is one.