The Fever, it soon becomes clear, is about liberal guilt. When not being sick, trying to stand up or reaching for the room’s solitary candle, Blanchett’s character reflects on her privileged life, the world she inhabits (presumably back in America) and the circumstances of her upbringing in a cityscape where pleasant people in uniforms bring milk and provender and an untrammelled upper-bourgeois life rolls agreeably on.
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