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REVIEW: Mesmerizing Amy Adams triumphs over odd script in 91ƵNightbitch91Ƶ

Plot issues don91Ƶt detract from star91Ƶs brave performance
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This image released by Searchlight Pictures shows Amy Adams, left, and Scoot McNairy in a scene from 91ƵNightbitch.91Ƶ (Anne Marie Fox/Searchlight Pictures via AP)

The question sounds so basic and friendly. But it91Ƶs actually loaded, as many mothers can attest. 91ƵDo you just love getting to be home with him all the time?91Ƶ asks the younger, more put-together woman in the supermarket. 91ƵMust be so wonderful.91Ƶ

Wonderful, of course 91Ƶ and sometimes brain-numbing and soul-draining too, some exhausted fulltime moms might reply. Especially if, like in Marielle Heller91Ƶs they91Ƶd left their prized art gallery job to this other woman.

And so Adams responds, twice, showing in this very opening scene exactly why her typically brave, brutally frank performance lifts this movie from an oddly uneven script to something unequivocally worth seeing.

First we get the honest answer, the one no one really gives until later in the shower: she feels 91Ƶstuck inside of a prison of my own creation,91Ƶ where she torments herself and ends up binge-eating Fig Newtons to keep from crying. She is angry all the time. Oh and, she has gotten dumber.

Then we rewind and director-writer Heller has Adams give her real answer: 91ƵI do, I love it! I love being a Mom.91Ƶ

There we are, two minutes and 13 seconds into 91ƵNightbitch91Ƶ and you may already find yourself wowed by Adams. If not, just wait until her Mother is sitting at a chic restaurant with a bunch of colleagues from the art world, and her fangs come out.

And we don91Ƶt mean figuratively. We mean literally.

Let91Ƶs go back to the beginning, shall we?

91ƵNightbitch91Ƶ is based on the 2021 novel by Rachel Yoder, a feminist fable that the author has said came from her own malaise when pausing work for child-rearing.

She sets her tale in an unidentified suburb of an unidentified city. Mother (characters all have generic names), formerly an admired installation artist, spends her weekdays alone with her adorable, blond 2-year old Son. Husband has a job that seems to bring him home only on weekends.

The early scenes depicting Mother91Ƶs life are tight and impactful, a contrast to the confused havoc that will come toward the end of the film. Life revolves around the playground and the home, with occasional trips to storytime at the library where she notes, in narration, that she has no interest in the company of other moms 91Ƶ why should they be friends just because they91Ƶre moms?

In fact, Mother lives in solitude, and director Heller does a nice job illustrating how that feels. You can almost feel the weight of the afternoon coming around, at this comfortable but hardly ostentatious home, when it91Ƶs too early for dinner and you91Ƶve done all the activities already and you wonder if you can make it through the day.

Then things start to get weird. In the bathroom mirror, Mother starts noticing things. Her teeth are getting sharper. There91Ƶs something weird coming out of an apparent cyst at the bottom of her spine. She finds extra nipples. And that91Ƶs before she starts eating rare meat. (Also, if you love cats, you may want to close your eyes at one point.)

Somehow Adams, who also produces here, makes these things seem, if not quite natural, then logical. What91Ƶs happening is that Mother91Ƶs frustration is becoming ferocious. Dangerously ferocious. But also 91Ƶ empowering. At night, or so she thinks, she is a wild dog.

Aspects of the film work wonderfully. Mother91Ƶs relationship with Son (twins Arleigh and Emmett Snowden) is lovely, largely due to a decision to let the young boys talk freely, with the adult actors reacting to their words. It lends a grounding realism to a film that quickly veers surreal.

Less successful is the relationship between Mother and Husband (Scoot McNairy), which takes on too much importance as the film goes on, in a baffling way. (Also, just asking, has anyone in this movie ever heard of a babysitter?)

More importantly, a story that posits itself on such a tantalizing idea 91Ƶ that by transforming into a dog, Mother discovers her true nature and power 91Ƶ resorts late in the game to a safer story about a marriage that never seemed appealing enough for us to care about anyway. It doesn91Ƶt help that it91Ƶs hard to grasp the distracting subplot about Mother91Ƶs own mother.

None of this takes away from the strength of Adams91Ƶ performance. You believe her love for her child as much as you believe her resentment for what he is taking away from her. And Adams can make almost any line work, including one about a walnut. But we digress.

It91Ƶs an irony that for reasons of storytelling, characters have generic names 91Ƶ because Adams is such a singular and particular talent. The journey she embarks upon is bizarre indeed, but you won91Ƶt regret taking it with her.

91ƵNٲٳ,91Ƶ a Searchlight Pictures release, has been rated R by the Motion Picture Association 91Ƶfor language and some sexuality. 91Ƶ Running time: 98 minutes. Two stars out of four.





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