There once was a lady with scraggly blonde hair, a lady with a dream to achieve big things. This lady wore black turtlenecks and painted her lips red. A smart lady, a cunning lady, a lady named Elizabeth Holmes. She rose to riches with an invention like no other, a blood-testing device named Theranos. It was a device that, with just a drop, would solve all of our worries. This lady with the black top was going to change the world.
Billions flooded in for her cunning idea, along with fame, celebrity and gushes of approval. “Youngest self-made female billionaire,” the magazines declared. It was everything she could have dreamed of.
But as so many of the greats go, as quickly as she soared, she came plummeting down. For Theranos was not a great invention but a greater ruse, and Holmes was not a genius inventor but a liar.
The scraggly-haired woman is a national disgrace. There’s even a hit Hulu show that plays out her devilish ways. Soon it’s decided she must be banished to prison. Eleven years, the judge says, for all of her atrocities, her unmet promises, all the people she has let down across the world. It was time for Holmes to pay.
And so the story arrives at now, or at least the A24 documentary does. There are 34 days until Holmes is locked up behind bars. She will spend those 34 days in her seaside home alongside her partner, Billy Evans: an overbearing, painfully controlling, egotistical, misogynistic, narcissistic and frankly foul-mouthed nepo baby. With them are her real babies, toddler William and newborn Invicta. They take in the days of family life, the sweet memories one might savour before a decade of concrete in her looming Texan Shawshank.
Then, from the shadows, someone else arrives. An awkward, intelligent and bashfully charming man. A salt-and-pepper neurodivergent fox, greyer by the day. His name is Nathan. Nathan Fielder. And he brought with him not a horse, or a sword, or a grenade, but an army of cameramen led by documentary darling Lance Oppenheim (director of Primetime)