This is a woman as a mother, daughter, wife, spectator, lover, mistress. Observer and Commentator. Actor and reactor. Dressed up bright as a child or submerged in the grey elegance of Paris, she shifts readily between roles, countries, and languages. Skilled and successful, she controls how much she cares. Yet as every new woman emerges and every new story is told, each with a sharper, more deadpan, more aching simplicity, the calm surfaces of Joanna Walsh's 'Vertigo' shatter, pulling us deep into the terror that underlies everyday life.