Don’t Worry Darling is the only movie I’ve ever watched that I literally forgot I’d seen by the next morning. The entire memory of the film had evaporated like breath on a mirror.

When it came back to me, at first all I could recall was an image of the film’s director, Olivia Wilde, playing the small part of a seemingly happy housewife named Bunny, done up in a faux-1950s cocktail dress, arching her eyebrows and smiling with lipsticky malice. It’s a look that really suits her.

As my amnesia passed, I realized I was particularly disappointed in the film because I’d liked Wilde’s directorial debut, the rollicking Booksmart. Comedy is famously hard to do, and there Wilde landed all the laughs, got hilarious performances out of Kaitlyn Dever and Beanie Feldstein, and kept the momentum going right through to the end, which happens less and less in American films.