An admittedly illuminating glimpse into the lives of crazy rich WASPs, who are hard to warm to or care about even when they're trying to divest themselves of their millions. The three main women seem to be defined entirely by their relationships to men (and don't often pass the Bechdel test). And, apparently, rich people don't 'say' much - they tease, they admit, they muse, they spit. It does make me want to visit Brooklyn Heights, though, and not just because it really does have a district called Dumbo.
