Review: mother!
Well-cast film in which wife and
interior decorator Jennifer Lawrence fixes up husband Javier Bardem’s childhood
home while he suffers writer’s block. One night a stranger claiming to be a
doctor (Ed Harris) happens upon their abode mistaking it for a B&B. Bardem,
being a nice guy lets the stranger (who seems to have some kind of phlegm-y
ailment) stay the night. Lawrence isn’t terribly happy about this. Soon when
the doctor’s wife (a perfect Michelle Pfeiffer, in one of her best roles in
years) turns up as well, Lawrence is even less pleased. Eventually Harris’ kids
turn up, things get rowdy, and Lawrence appears to be getting
anxious/neurotic/crazy about everyone’s indifferent or just plain rude
behaviour towards her. Things are weird and only get weirder. I’m not kidding,
the film is insane.
This 2017 psychodrama from
writer-director Darren Aronofsky (“The Wrestler”, “Noah”) has
wildly divided audiences. A lot of people loathe it. I’d wager most of those
people simply don’t like the type of film this is. Perhaps people were unsure
just how seriously to take it all, because this film is actually damn funny and
I believe the humour to be intentional. The random funeral scene suggests
Aronofsky is taking the piss a bit here at the very least. The film is nuttier
than a fruitcake and only gets weirder. It’s far from flawless, but Aronofsky’s
made a pretty good stab at a Polanski-esque psychodrama here. I just wish it
were a bit shorter and little less admiring
of early Polanski. The finale is unfortunately too close to one of Polanski’s
most famous films for my liking.
Underrated by some, if it were 20
minutes shorter and a little more original this film would be an absolute
winner. As is, it’s quite good and seriously nuts. Psychodramas are tricky to
do successfully, but I think Aronofsky mostly succeeds here, partly by having
some absurd fun with it. See it and make of it what you will.
Rating: B-
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