Carol suffocates us in 1950’s vogue. A pair of leather gloves fits too tight to the hands, and buttons brace the chest too strictly to breathe. As 1950’s New York felt societally conformed, so too did their sartorial reach. But, like the conservatism it critiques, Carol, stays stiff too long. A bathrobe is undone and bequeathed to the floor in one moment, only to have itself knit up taut in plaid in the next.