we need to talk about the score, a six for me is generally for films that have flaws but i can enjoy, this Yes.
i know this film came before Manchester by the Sea but i've had watched it afterwards, and i cant stop myself from comparing these two films, i might have like this film if not. Kevin kills, this mercilessly sad film suggests, because he is bad, and some people are bad because … well, the unanswerability of this question is the abyss this imperfect but powerful movie spends two hours gazing queasily into.Yes. Even when her son is a colicky infant, she can’t entirely suppress her resentment about the globetrotting life she’s given up for him, cooing at one point through gritted teeth, “Mommy used to be happy! Now Mommy wakes up every day and wishes she were in France!”īut whatever Eva’s maternal shortcomings, We Need To Talk About Kevin isn’t a cautionary tale about the failure of nurture it’s a bleak meditation on the inexorable power of nature. (Actually, there’s one other performer I can think of who shares this untarnishable, fairy-like quality: Björk.) Her unearthliness serves Swinton particularly well in this role, since the brittle, sardonic Eva is the opposite of an earth mother. But Swinton has star power in the astronomical sense-a distinctive, unearthly intensity that’s all her own. I know there are those who find her too operatic, too actressy (I’ve taken them on in these pages) and it’s true that she’s not the sort to modestly disappear into her roles. (Or is it just that Eva believes she’s a pariah, and thus never approaches anyone?) The grinding sadness and squalor of her daily life are sharply evoked, but this frame story, with its emphasis on the numbed-out Eva as town scapegoat, makes its point a little too often.Įven in the film’s weaker stretches, the fierce presence of Tilda Swinton made it impossible to tear my eyes away. During the day she rouses herself just enough to get to her job at a small travel agency, where her coworkers treat her as a pariah. Her nights are spent in a drugged and wine-sloshed haze, staring at the bare linoleum in her lonely, underfurnished house.
The movie Eva (played by Tilda Swinton) doesn’t hang out in cafés writing laceratingly honest, acidly funny letters-she’s not up to it, to put it mildly. It’s not the fragmentation of the narrative that’s the problem with We Need To Talk About Kevin it’s the content of some of those fragments, especially those involving the grief-addled mother in the present day. That sounds great on paper, and for patches of the film, Ramsay’s scrapbook-left-out-in-the-rain approach makes for moments of great power and beauty.
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