We have to watch this repetitive boring shit all the way through to the end to actually know what happened and ramsay didn't show the killing scenes or she didn't knew how to do it... what a waste! i think If the novel handled by another director it may have been great.
gorgeously conceived shots in this one. Some rang of the satirical nature of modernity (e.g., that grotesquely stunning shot of her slain family on the back lawn while the sprinklers run) that I see in Ulrich Seidel. But, unlike Seidel, whose stylization oftentimes squelches out any genuine meaning, Ramsay infuses each with dense and intimate pathos. Her signature is the close-up that she uses as radical cuts.
After watching it's impossible to say "I enjoyed this film". It's necessary a mental recovery to organize all the ideas of the deep, violent and bizarre content of this film. Until here I've never reflected about the concept of pathological hatred between mother and son, this film exposes this concept with such a cinematic strenght supported by great performances.