This film gave me such anxiety. Of course the biblical and nature allegories are the most straight forward interpretations but there are so many interpretations for this, so many digs at society; religion; the artistic mind and creative process; patriarchy; inequality in relationships; worship of false idols... you name it, it's there. I can't think of a single bad thing to say about this film. I'm still rattled.
Sarah Kane's wounded deconstructions of perversion and ironically perverted fixation on malice, parabolic use of space, and flat-circle timelines are filtered through Żuławski's manic lens, with spectacularly disquieting POV camerawork bobbing and weaving with the isolated Lawrence in her finest performance to date. A distressing, yet singular experience; one to be greatly admired if not necessarily enjoyed.
The battle between the private and public selves; the unconstrained ego and it's self-destructive thirst for fame and recognition at all costs. Birth and creation, dissatisfaction and self annihilation. 3.5 stars
closer to 2.5 but yeah. the first hour or so is 4 stars for me personally but thought the rest of it was too overwrought and did not enjoy at all. lots of things i hated about this film, some small things i liked. the end.
3 das after watching it I'm still digesting... rethinking... rewatching... reanalyzing... at this point I don't even care where it takes me as long as it took me on a journey... unlike Sacred Deer or any of the Triers bullshit, I'm thankfull for Aronofsky coming back and doing something that clings after the screen goes black
A helpless primal mother watching her own children become servants of evil was one of the most breathtaking and unfeasible scenes in film history. Aronofsky did it again but a less self-evident symbolism would have made the film nearly immaculate.
This unofficial remake of Bunuel's The Exterminating Angel is an exhilarating journey - or, rather, calvary - replete with grotesque, unpleasant, and carnivalesque episodes. An impressive and impressionistic descent into the hellish process of Creation, and re-Creation, Mother! is too quirky, daring, and bold for the average moviegoer.
Nihil Novi. An elliptical heap of allegory, reference and plain tedium in a generally unrewarding rehash of points previously visited in anything from Goya, Bunuel to the Bible - which is firmly bashed into a crude pulp here. Lawrence equips herself well for essentially two hours of violation - bodily and domestic - but it’s a crypto hiding to nothing. Who knew art was such hard labour?..