I’ve seen other people say both of these things, but I had the thoughts independently: this was great, and I never need to see it again. And it reminded me a lot of Uncut Gems.
Two key fears of home ownership for me are floods and roof collapses, so my empathy level (and stress level) was sky high from the first five minutes to the end credits.
My wife got more out of the plot than I did, which is great because it’s a movie for women the same way Goodfellas is a movie for men. But the cosmic horror of motherhood — of womanhood itself — is rendered here in positively Eldritch terms. It’s generational horror in every sense of the word, and it comes with shame and blame and guilt.
The scene with the tube simultaneously mesmerized me and freaked me out. The film felt like a psychotic breakdown, a car wreck I couldn’t look away from.
That husband of hers was a real dick, though. Time to find a job closer to home, my guy. You can’t just leave your wife alone to raise your child with special needs. Ugh.
As said above: loved this and I’m adding it to the list of great movies that I never need to see again. (Who am I kidding? I’d definitely watch this again if the opportunity availed itself.)