And when two FBI agents ( Josh Hamilton and Marchánt Davis) knock on her car window after she pulls into her driveway, she can only watch as that ordinary life starts to crumble around her. She cares for a nervous foster dog and a carb-obsessed cat, she does CrossFit, she maintains an Instagram account where she posts photos of vegan meals and vacations to Belize.
But Reality doesn’t need her to be a star: it needs her to be Reality Winner, a woman who the film defines by her sheer ordinariness as much as by her extraordinary actions. She could have walked into Hollywood at any point in the past hundred years and come away a star. She has magnetic screen presence, she can devour a monologue (if you haven’t heard, she’s in love with Nate Jacobs and has never, ever been happier), she can weather a manufactured Twitter controversy, and - it must be said - she is really, really, ridiculously good-looking. Though she may demur at the label, it’s hard to deny that Sweeney is a star with a capital S.
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