Trying to make this appear like an art-house experience, Lynne Ramsay not only fails to tell a promising story, but simply refuses to expose any true character motivation, senselessly disregards crucial plot devices and even deprives the movie of anything like a message or opinion. All this to make place for slow motion shots of several kinds of red substances over an awkward score while she cheaply generates tension by making her characters behave stupid for no obvious reason besides deliberately stressing the viewer (which makes the movie extremely hard to watch), striping this down to some odd melodrama about a woman who had an asshole child.
Review of We Need to Talk About Kevin
