Very. Hard. To. Watch.
From it starts there is…this tension in the film, an atmosphere of dread, a palpable feeling of oppression…a growing weight you feel but can’t see or touch.
(There is a Sissy Spacek film called In the Bedroom, that has…weight in it. But that film has a heavy blanket of grief…this film puts on a sack of stones on your back…hard and grinding and unforgiving).
I had to pause…I know I couldn’t watch this unbroken in a theatre.
Russian…you are not well in the head.
Its best if you know the Greek myth to follow it…Agamemnon and the sacred deer…but there is a scene of Kidman kissing Martin’s feet solely to give watchers a more familiar context to appreciate it.
It is a re-telling of a myth.
A doctor’s drunken error kills a man.
He tries to atone for his mistake…no more alcohol…complete and utter focus on doing everything right.
He becomes a robot, a husband robot, a doctor robot, a father robot.
Of course it doesn’t work.
The life drains from his marriage…his relationships - his children…
Blood calls for blood.
Eventually, the sacrifice is made, and all is well.
I know, Russian, I’m a wuss…but it was hard to watch.
Let me run away a little…brilliant acting from everyone, Farrell and Kidman are…unreal.
The director is not well in the head.
Alicia Silverstone was hot in her young days…good to see her again…at least she lost the weight.
I can’t imagine this making any money.