Film

mother!

Name: mother!
Genre: Horror, Drama
Released: 2017
Cast: Jennifer Lawrence, Javier Bardem, Ed Harris, Michelle Pfeiffer, Brian Gleeson

A biblical fever-dream disguised as home-invasion horror: Aronofsky glues his camera to Jennifer Lawrence as strangers, then crowds, then chaos itself flood into the house she's rebuilding with her poet husband. It's less a story than an escalating panic attack, thick with symbolism about creation, exploitation, and the planet itself. Punishing, deliberately overwhelming, built for post-viewing arguments rather than a relaxing night in.

TMDb rating

6.9

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