I concede that the last detail feels unfair.
A great detail feels particular in a way that argues for its truth.
And even when she's on top of her game, nothing is overdone; every last detail feels authentic.
At other times the detail feels too intricate: icicles hanging outside the young Bellow's hospital window have fictional counterparts in "Herzog".
But this miracle, coming soon after a sequence showing the butchering of a live pig (in documentarylike detail), feels uneasily like a forced atonement.
The result is "a brilliant pastiche of 17th-century prose" in which "the historical detail feels rich and accurate," Michael Upchurch wrote here in 1999.
Today, such detail feels almost Old World but it was incredibly bold in its day — especially on Millionaires Row where the Gambles' neighbors' houses had reception halls and ballrooms lined in marble and gilt bronze.
The futures of these young women are so clearly etched from the beginning in the faces of the actresses portraying them that following their journeys to the brink of adulthood in such detail feels unnecessary.
That's why I obsessively checked no fewer than six apps and two websites every week to learn about my baby's development; every detail felt like a jigsaw piece building a picture of my child.
