[Alice] walks with rubberized springs in her step, and she has a endless defenses against being alone. She lures the local nerd into a dance, and then plops herself down next to an unattended dowager as if they were close relations. All of her physical and psychological might is pressed into seeming to be happy and popular. Stevens exposes the ruse in one revealing shot, in which she sits alone, holding her hanky over the adjoining chair, as if her beau were steps away, and not just imaginary.
R. Emmet Sweeney
May 27, 2014