“The Testament of Ann Lee” shows us that utopia is possible

Among the low, static chatter of the everyday, a woman throws her head back and cries out. Her voice pierces the sky and cuts through the marrow of modern apathy. Her contorted expression is rotted by anguish, as though life’s unbearable burdens have laid waste to their latest victim. Then, her expression changes. She softens and regains her complexion. Her breathing steadies and becomes rhythmic, and her once-dissonant scream is made rich and clear, settled by some divine conviction. For all those ailing...