mother! (2017)

If the highest praise I can give mother! is that I wish more films like it got made by big studios nowadays, that shouldn't be taken as quite the endorsement it sounds like. It's a film that a studio (Paramount, in this case) would only permit a tested filmmaker to make, and only with bankable stars on a modest budget. In return, Aronofsky has delivered a vision: not always a good vision, mind you, but a vision of something nonetheless.

Critics have claimed, alternately in praise and in denouncement--that the movie is likely to make audiences angry. They're probably right, although it's hard to tell if they mean the graphic scenes of sudden violence or the unconventional storytelling. I suspect it's mostly the second. The previews seem to court horror audiences, or at least fans of the psycho-horror Aronofsky championed with his drug-addiction epic Requiem for a Dream and his tortured-artist drama Black Swan. Those who've experienced the brilliant gut-punch of a coda of Requiem for a Dream shouldn't find much to be truly shocked about here, though be forewarned: mother! features scenes of violence that aren't commonly seen in a big-studio film, or even an independent horror film.

No, I think what they mean is that audiences would be reluctant to follow the film once it veers off the traditional horror path and into truly surreal territory. It doesn't matter; Aronofsky drags you with him. The film starts safely in genre territory, then gradually removes the safety pins one by one until before we know it, we've tumbled into chaos. The move from home-endangerment horror to allegorical fantasy is almost not noticeable. Almost.

The two main characters, only known as Mother (Jennifer Lawrence) and Him (Javier Bardem) move into a quiet but gigantic manse seemingly in the middle of nowhere. He's a famous author with writer's block. She, about 20 years his junior, works tirelessly at rehabilitating the house while trying to cultivate his inspiration.

Then a stranger (Ed Harris) knocks on the door. Before Mother can put in a word, her husband has invited the man inside and to stay for the night. For an explanation, the husband only offers nonsequiturs that seem to make sense to him ("He's a doctor"). Then the stranger's wife (Michelle Pfeiffer, who's fantastic) arrives. Then more.

Aronofsky plays out these early scenes with unbending point-of-view terror. He establishes Mother as the keeper of the house, then slowly strips away her control and puts us in her shoes as he does it. The camera (with effective cinematography by frequent Aronofsky collaborator Matthew Libatique) stays tightly focused on Mother's face as it leads us to experience the limits of her ability to protect her house and herself.

There's something not right about the couple staying in their house. The Bardem character seems to invite their invasion unquestioningly. Mother can demand that they leave, but they don't. In these scenes Aronofsky's exploration of what happens when people just refuse to obey agreed-upon social rules recalls Michael Haneke's similarly surreal and violent Funny Games, which also features a couple set upon by two sociopaths who walk into their house, invited, and then refuse to leave. The invaders prey upon their hosts' politeness, knowing that they will not turn away someone in need.

This caretaking duty, of course, falls squarely upon Mother. In Lawrence's performance of a firm but helpless homemaker, as well as Bardem's flawless portrayal of a man completely oblivious to his wife's struggles, Aronofsky captures the catch-22 of the traditional woman's role: she's charged with taking care of everything, including her husband's ego, and takes the blame for everything that goes wrong. As more and more people come to the house, all of them expect her to conform to their wishes, many of them scoffing or excoriating her when she refuses or fails.

It's around this time that Aronofsky's intentions become clear and the movie charges head-on into its audacious, sometimes loony allegory. I won't reveal what it's an allegory for, though Aronofsky has been forthright in explaining it in interviews, and you don't have to squint to see the Biblical parallels at each step. This Mother becomes the perennial mother whose entire life is given over to pleasing thankless children; each guest is a child who asks for more, and more, and more, until the Mother is both literally and spiritually tapped.

It's somewhere toward the end that Aronofsky's allegory runs out of steam; admittedly, it would be difficult to sustain this intended atmosphere for the full third act of a two-hour movie. In early scenes, even though we can still see the metaphorical identity behind the characters, they remain unquestionably human and recognizable, which is why the early horror scenes work so well. Late in the film, Lawrence and Bardem vanish into the allegory and never quite make it back; once we know that the Mother is a symbol and not a person, it's hard to feel anything for her. Even one revolting act of violence, one that you've no doubt heard about by now, fails to make much of an impression, other than that Aronofsky has jumped the shock shark too early.

I still don't know if I'd recommend mother!. I want to praise it for being a film I haven't seen before, but what does that mean? Only that I've seen too many movies and am desperate for something new. I suppose people should see it for the early scenes and how they frighteningly depict the terror a quiet home invasion. And for the scenes in which Aronofsky casually drags the story off of the traditional tracks while maintaining the lead characters simultaneously as allegorical representations and as real characters.

I think I've described the film as accurately as possible; if it seems intriguing, you might want to see it. But I'll paraphrase what Michael Haneke said about his own Funny Games: if you walk out of the film before it's over, you probably don't need it. That might be true of mother! too.

** 1/2 out of ****

Note: There's a film that mother! reminded me of, which also tackles motherhood and the caretaker role and how it holds up amid a home invasion. It's a French film called Inside, it is even more violent than mother!, and it is terrifying.