Everything is provided by the Victory Project, a secret endeavour on the outskirts where Jack works during the day hoping to change the world.
By day it's housework, shopping and gossip. By night it's parties, drinking and fun.
For security reasons the wives are asked not to leave town but one day, Alice sees a plane crash in the hills and goes to help.
No good will come of this.
CW: self harm, spousal abuse
Olivia Wilde's movie is mildly controversial for offscreen reasons with alleged firings and bustups and seems to be a culture war rallying point.
Which is remarkable given it's not very remarkable.
It looks great, the highly saturated 1950s visuals are amazing. Pugh does great work and the partying has a genuine feel that often seems lacking when people try to capture it on screen.
What it is though is a one hour (at the very most) Black Mirror/Twilight Zone episode stretched out to two hours. It takes way too long to get to the point.
You know everything isn't as it seems from the start and the only reason you don't know quite what's up is they show you fuck all for most of the movie and once the premise is revealed some of the earlier hints are shown to be bullshit red herrings purely for the audience, not for any internal logical reason.
If you're not a regular consumer of twisty dark what-ifs this may sing for you. If you are it's just yaaaawn and only of any value for Pugh's performance, 5/10, very meh for me.
The Manosphere hate this and review bombed it. It's obvious why once you get near the end, but also they needn't have bothered.