This is the premiere of A Talent For Murder, a title which DEMANDS to be pronounced, "a talent for muuuuuuuuuuuurder," ideally when dramatically turning toward camera while a fire roars behind you and perhaps while stroking a white, long-haired cat. In it, Helen plays Talented Mr. Ripley author Patricia Highsmith, and it sounds diverting.
For what it's worth, Highsmith's Wiki is ABSOLUTELY INSANE, I felt my brows creep closer and closer to my hairline as it went on. Just this paragraph is bonkers:
She brought her pet snails to one dinner party in the 1960s and let them wander over the mahogany. At a dinner party in 1968 she deliberately lowered her head to a candle and set her hair on fire. She had two friends as houseguests in 1971 and threw a dead rat into their room. She often made racist or insensitive comments that offended and embarrassed those present. Those who knew her suggested this behavior might have resulted from depression, alcoholism, Asperger syndrome, or a personality disorder. A psychiatrist who observed her at a hotel in 1963 said to the owner, "You do realize you have a psychopath in the hall."
The entire thing is absolutely worth your time if you have some to kill – um, no pun intended. There are SO MANY AFFAIRS and basically all of them end terribly. There are suicides! There is communism! She was a terrible bigot! She's mean to cats and kicked a dog! I'd literally rather hang out with Tom Ripley – just don't turn your back on him.
Anyway: This seems like a juicy role, and this ensemble is perfectly reasonable. The tulle is fun, the pearls likewise, and the lipstick is ideal. She doesn't seem like a muuuuuuuderer at all.