Spoilers:
She professes to love her kid(s), but then slaps them around and semi-waterboards the one kid. She terrorizes them by using a giant prybar to tear open their bedroom door. She is such a monster, she refuses to sing them to sleep on their first night there.
She never used to smoke before, but now she smokes. She crumples up a hand-drawn picture they made for her and leaves it in the trash for the kid(s) to find. She's writhing around, dancing in front of the mirror and other conduct that makes you question her sanity. All this in-between huge gulps of wine. Some Mom.
It's all "what the hell am I watching?" until about 1/3 of the way through the movie (or less time, I'm guessing, for the more observant) ------ you realize there's only THE ONE DISTURBED KID.
After that, the audience is left to wonder how much longer it will take for the only kid to do in his Dear Mommy. Is he going to leave her to rot, duct-taped to the bedposts? Dad never bothers to check in, even though he knows his kid is cray-cray?
In the end, Mommy 1/2 drags this basket case kid to the original "scene of the crime," wherein he "accidentally" plugged his twin brother in the head with a BB gun. Nice, job, Mom. What? No therapy? Just show him how he murdered his twin and expect him to have some revelation and magically regain his sanity?
The whole thing is preposterous.
She professes to love her kid(s), but then slaps them around and semi-waterboards the one kid. She terrorizes them by using a giant prybar to tear open their bedroom door. She is such a monster, she refuses to sing them to sleep on their first night there.
She never used to smoke before, but now she smokes. She crumples up a hand-drawn picture they made for her and leaves it in the trash for the kid(s) to find. She's writhing around, dancing in front of the mirror and other conduct that makes you question her sanity. All this in-between huge gulps of wine. Some Mom.
It's all "what the hell am I watching?" until about 1/3 of the way through the movie (or less time, I'm guessing, for the more observant) ------ you realize there's only THE ONE DISTURBED KID.
After that, the audience is left to wonder how much longer it will take for the only kid to do in his Dear Mommy. Is he going to leave her to rot, duct-taped to the bedposts? Dad never bothers to check in, even though he knows his kid is cray-cray?
In the end, Mommy 1/2 drags this basket case kid to the original "scene of the crime," wherein he "accidentally" plugged his twin brother in the head with a BB gun. Nice, job, Mom. What? No therapy? Just show him how he murdered his twin and expect him to have some revelation and magically regain his sanity?
The whole thing is preposterous.