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‘Mother!’ (2017) Is the Greatest Movie of the 21st Century

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Please give me a few minutes of your time as I take a weird deep dive into my favorite movie of all time. Darren Aronofsky’s Mother! is an incredibly divisive film, and I will never refute that. When I was thinking about what angle I wanted for this review, I was coming up blank. Jennifer Lawrence’s Mother is a compelling and beautifully written character so I knew it would fit this month’s theme. Cut to my 51st viewing of the film a few nights ago, a multi-hour call with a very good friend, and three pots of coffee…that’s when I found my angle.

Exploring the Infinite Monkey Theorem in Mother!

For those who are unaware, the infinite monkey theorem states that if a monkey is given a typewriter and an unlimited amount of time, it will eventually write the entire works of Shakespeare. Even though NPR tried to disprove that, it still feels possible. If there was truly an unlimited amount of time, how could it not happen? But here’s where I have issues with this idea: who is the monkey, and who is the typewriter? Does Mother have the agency to actually change the outcome of her story? Is Him a passive observer? Does Him’s reactions to Mother’s actions dictate her next steps? And what can the death of first Mother/Foremother (Sarah-Jeanne Labrosse) and the awakening of third Mother/Maiden (Laurence Leboeuf) tell us? Join me as I try to decipher whatever the hell this movie is.

Mother! follows Mother, who awakens post-death from Foremother. Mother wanders around the house before being intercepted by Him. Him is a writer who has been frustrated by a bout of writer’s block. Man (Ed Harris) shows up out of the blue and is soon followed by Woman (Michelle Pfeiffer). After their two kids Youngest Brother (Brian Gleeson) and Oldest Son (Domnhall Gleeson) show up, and a fight ensues, one of them dies. This leads to a wild party to celebrate the deceased’s life in which Him eventually gets Mother pregnant. Him overcomes his writer’s block which leads to the downfall of everything.

When I first saw Mother! I was stunned. What started, on the film’s opening day, as a half-full theater ended with me and my friend sitting in a tearful silence. I went back the next day with another friend (the one I had a multi-hour phone call with for this piece) and watched the movie again. We both sat in stunned silence as the credits rolled. Thanks to being a MoviePass member (when it was still a movie a day), I was able to see Mother! every single day for the next five days. I have never had a theatrical experience like I did with this film. What was equally stunning was that Paramount Pictures had the guts to distribute a film like this.

Him as God: The Egotistical Storyteller in Aronofsky’s Vision

Aronofsky has been very tightlipped about all of the intricacies of Mother!, and that’s okay. Frustrating, but okay. Here’s what we know. There are three main ideas behind Mother! and that is 1) the story of an artist and their muse 2) the destruction of Mother Earth and the most on-the-nose allegory 3) Him is God and Mother is Mary. While these ideas have been talked about to death, I want to look into how the infinite monkey theorem works here and how Him is experiencing one of the wildest examples of insanity seen in film.

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Let’s take note of what we can infer as well as what is directly told to us. In the beginning, we see Foremother burn to death/explode the same way that Mother does. Maiden ends the film by turning over and saying, “Baby” as Mother does. Mother’s recitation of “Baby” is quite different from Maiden’s delivery. When we hear Mother say the line it sounds partially panicky, partially forlorn. Maiden’s almost sounds calm and accepting. To me, Mother’s delivery of the line almost feels like she’s calling out for the recently deceased child while Maiden’s call is toward Him.

The wording of this may sound offensive, but it is simply used in conjunction with the infinite monkey theorem. For the sake of my argument, I believe that Mother is the monkey. When I started writing this piece, I thought that Him might be the monkey until I realized I was wrong. The actual inciting incident of Mother! is when Man and Woman destroy the crystal. (The metaphorical biting of the apple.) Him is not just testing Mother, Him is also testing Man and Woman. When Him, Man, Woman, and Mother are sitting around the table drinking coffee, Mother brings out some snacks. One of the snacks is a bowl of what looks like cookies and two singular slices of fruit that look very similar to apples.

One can imply that Him is watching Man and Woman closely because he yearns for the romance he feels between them. I think he’s intently watching to see if they go for the two apples. Him has put Man and Woman in this scenario before and they have failed; here they have passed. It’s not until the breaking of the crystal that all hell [literally] breaks loose.

The Crystal and the Apple: Symbols of Chaos in Mother!

We see moments of reflection and acknowledgment in some actions. When Mother is asked by Him if Man can stay the night she replies with, “Of…course.” A tinge of sadness echoes through the line and she chokes on her words. When Man sees the crystal he asks if it was a gift from Mother and she replies with a singular, “No.” Again, her voice cracks, she sounds like she wants to cry. It’s almost as if she has been asked this before and something inside of Mother is telling her it was Foremother’s heart she was looking at.

There are countless examples of these moments that crossover between timelines. One can assume that if a monkey will eventually type the entire works of Shakespeare, it will also type a few of the same lines over and over. Multiple moments coexist within these different timelines, and something in Mother is letting her know that.

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Him is God. The Great Storyteller. The most egotistical man that can exist. The true definition of good and evil. But is he writing Mother’s story or is she in charge of her own destiny? When Mother wakes up, she wanders around the house. She makes her way to the front door, opens it, and steps outside. Before she can take any further steps, as it can be interpreted as she wanted to continue walking, Him stops her. (This raises another question of whether or not she can exist outside of the confines of this astonishingly octagonal house.) It’s clear that Him remembers everything that happens with previous Mothers, but how far will he go to ensure Mother goes the path he truly wants?

Later in the day, Mother goes to one of the walls in the house to paint it. She puts muted yellow paint on the wall but doesn’t seem content with it. Mother puts her hand on the wall and sees the heart beating inside of it, a small amount of decay starts to grow. This prompts her to sprinkle a yellow substance in the paint for a more vibrant yellow, and she seems happy with the choice. This is one of many examples of the house speaking to Mother, warning her of potential mistakes.

How the House Speaks: Decoding Mother’s Intuition

Mother’s body fights back multiple times when she makes the wrong decision. Once Man is in the house, she goes to make tea. A cup is dropped and shattered, which sends a terrible ringing through her ears and a painful tightening of her chest. We know the crystal that reinvents the house is created upon the death of each Mother.

Later, Mother goes to the basement to grab sheets for Man after agreeing he can stay the night. As she grabs the sheets, the furnace kicks in. This seems to imply her decision to agree to Man’s stay is a mistake that Foremother made (which we know led to her demise). That same night, she flicks Man’s lighter off the dresser, which causes another bout of intense ear ringing and reveals a sliver of a charred floor. Once Woman is there, Mother finds Woman and Man making out. This reveals more of the charred floor.

Interestingly, we get a moment of Mother possibly making a choice previous Mothers have not. Mother and Woman go to the basement and Woman makes fun of Mother’s plain underwear. After Woman leaves the basement, Mother sees a pair of Woman’s bright yellow underwear sticking out of the washer. Mother throws the underwear behind the washer (presumably to save it and use at a later date) but there’s no furnace sound. Has she finally made a good decision?

After the brothers arrive and have their tiff, Mother is left alone in the house to clean up. The spot where Younger Brother died has now turned into a goopy hole that reveals the then-blocked-off furnace. She rests her head on the wall while emptying the bloody water bucket, and we see the heart again. It’s decaying more and more.

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Mother is still making the wrong decisions.

Why Mother! Is a Timeless Cinematic Masterpiece

What does all of this tell us? Mother has a certain amount of agency. But also that previous mother’s soul wants her to succeed. We don’t know how many times Him has gone through this series of events, we only know that it hasn’t worked up to this point. We also don’t know what he wants. When Mother becomes pregnant, Him gets over his writer’s block and writes the New Testament. I believe that he’s completely Id-driven at this point. Him lost sight of what he needed to do and remembers the fame that comes with his writings.

The last thing Him says to Mother before she perishes is, “You were home.” As with nearly everything in this film that can have two meanings. Was that line meant to imply that Mother was in her rightful home? Did he think that she was the one who would end this cataclysmic cycle of pain and torment? Or was he saying that Mother was home? Is this his smooth-talking way of getting her heart to retroactively find solace in his love to turn into the crystal he so desperately needs to make Maiden? 

Mother! has an undeniably dense amount of layers that become increasingly apparent with each viewing. As I finish this article I have the film on in the background and I’m noticing more pieces of evidence that make my point more apparent. An argument could possibly be made that Him is the monkey and Mother is the typewriter but that all falls down to perspective and selective examples.

If there’s one thing I can leave you with, it’s that Mother! is one of the most important films of the 21st century. With the recent death of David Lynch, many people feel that art in Hollywood is truly dead. Few filmmakers can make a truly astounding piece of art that transcends time with the conversation it creates. Darren Aronofsky’s Mother! is a film that will be discussed for decades, if not centuries. That is unless we completely destroy Mother Earth and destroy it from the inside out.

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Brendan is an award-winning author and screenwriter rotting away in New Jersey. His hobbies include rain, slugs, and the endless search for The Mothman.

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TIFF 2025: ‘Fuck My Son!’ Review

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A couple of assumptions can be made when a movie has a title like Fuck My Son! The most obvious one is that the title also serves as the film’s entire premise. The second is that it’s probably going to be a raunchy, tasteless, and chaotic affair. Writer-director Todd Rohal’s (The Catechism Cataclysm, Uncle Kent 2) adaptation of Johnny Ryan’s comic of the same name meets both of those expectations. However, it starts out with an unexpected amount of promise before hitting the slippery slope that leads to an unforgettable but underwhelming experience for the audience. 

WTF?!

Fuck My Son! starts off with a scuzzy charm that makes you think it might just surprise you. It gives the audience a cute intro (although it looks like AI was heavily utilized) and explains how to use the Perv-O-Vision and Nude Blok glasses that the audience was given on the way in. This is obviously a ploy to throw some naked people on screen and rip the X-rated band-aid off early. While this bit lasted too long, I appreciated having peen on a big screen. As someone who yells into a podcast microphone a few times a year,I want to see a pair of testies for every pair of breasties,I appreciated a filmmaker having the balls to have balls on screen. 

We soon meet Sandi (Tipper Newton) and her kid, Bernice (Kynzie Colmery), as they are shopping. They have a run-in with a nameless pervert that feels like Rohal might be going for a John Waters kind of sleaze. While having a heart-to-heart about good people versus bad people, they notice an older woman, Vermina (Robert Longstreet), needing assistance. They do not know that this old lady dressed like Mama from Mama’s Family has set a trap for the woman. This soon leads them to a home where Vermina explains that Sandi will have to fuck her son if she doesn’t want anything bad to happen to her or her daughter. To make this situation more twisted, her son, Fabian (Steve Little), is a mutant with a mutant dick (once it’s finally found).

We Also Feel A Little Trapped

What comes next is a lot of gross-out humor, repetitive jokes, and the fairly predictable escape to only be brought right back to their tormentors. Fuck My Son! loses all of the goodwill (and steam) we had as it stretches this premise well past the breaking point. There are a few more jokes that land as Sandi and Vermina square off, but not enough to stop the movie from overstaying its welcome. That being said, Tipper Newton understood the assignment and had a standout performance worth noting. She is still compelling enough around the forty-minute stretch when it becomes clear this movie didn’t need to be a feature film.

Fuck My Son! Tries to stitch a lot of things together that never really add up. For example, Bernice’s meat friends (the animated meat also gives AI), who visit her in times of distress. The movie also never addresses whether Vermina is being played by a male actor for an actual reason. No one is going to see Fuck My Son! for social commentary, and Longstreet does earn a couple of chuckles. However, it feels like another attempt at what passed for humor decades ago rather than putting drag on the big screen with a purpose. This could also be something that I just overthought once the movie lost its way. Much like I wondered why this old lady would have pads on hand when she is well past the point of having a period.

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Some of these gripes could be partly explained by Fuck My Son! wanting to stay closer to the source material than it should for modern audiences. However, the issue of running a joke into the ground is pervasive throughout the movie. Even before it starts reaching for anything that could be even slightly offensive and makes its way to rape jokes and multiple endings. It makes for an overall frustrating experience because we want filmmakers to do something unique and take chances. Just not like this.

Many of us also have a soft spot for sleazy movies from the 1970s and 1980s. I was one of the last people to discover the charming chaos of Frank Henenlotter’s Basket Case and Frankenhooker. So, I know scuzzy cinema can work, and it can be fun. However, Fuck My Son! is a one-and-done instead of a title that will stand the test of time. It’s a movie you can toss on to laugh at with friends before it becomes background noise. It’s not one that most of us are going to demand a physical release of. Or want to revisit again. 

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TIFF 2025: ‘Dead Lover’ Review

Dead Lover introduces us to a lonely and smelly gravedigger who dreams of being loved. One night, her wish comes true as she saves a man who seems intoxicated by her pungent scent. However, like all gothic romances, theirs is doomed. Her lover dies at sea, leaving the gravedigger upset and alone again, as all that’s left of the man she loved is his finger. This propels her to turn to science to see if she can bring her lover back from the dead using his sole digit. This obviously causes chaos because, as all horror fans know, sometimes things are better left dead.

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As a recovering theater kid who supports women’s rights and wrongs, I think Dead Lover is an interesting experiment. It feels like a sketch group has taken over a Black Box theater, and during the Q&A at TIFF, it was confirmed that that was the case. This leads to quite a bit of laughter and a few cheers as you invest in the ridiculousness of this world. Which is great for a movie premiering its Stink-O-Vision at a prestigious festival. However, what stands out the most for me are the themes of longing and basic human desire.

A Smell To Remember

Dead Lover introduces us to a lonely and smelly gravedigger who dreams of being loved. One night, her wish comes true as she saves a man who seems intoxicated by her pungent scent. However, like all gothic romances, theirs is doomed. Her lover dies at sea, leaving the gravedigger upset and alone again, as all that’s left of the man she loved is his finger. This propels her to turn to science to see if she can bring her lover back from the dead using his sole digit. This obviously causes chaos because, as all horror fans know, sometimes things are better left dead.

Director, co-writer, and our leading smelly gravedigger lady, Grace Glowicki, puts forth a world that allows women to be gross. However, unlike most cinema, Dead Lover knows the nauseating and uncouth lead still deserves love. There is no She’s All That makeover or a montage of her learning how to be a lady. This movie gets that people are people, women can be many things, and our dreams should not hinge on how society perceives us. Between the jokes, this film touches on yearning for the life you deserve. While Glowicki’s character yearning leads her to love, the sentiment can be applied to anything. She just happens to think her place in the world is beside the dead love of her short life. 

It’s The Ensemble for Me

In addition to Glowicki, Leah Doz, Lowen Morrow, and Ben Petrie (who also co-wrote the script) take turns playing an array of zany characters. This allows the world to feel fuller, even if it’s the same two stages reused with the same four actors. It also guarantees the team a dedicated playground to make an impression. Everyone gets at least one character so bizarre that they feel like the MVP of the film. At least until the next one is introduced.

The small ensemble of four performers tackling all the roles is committed to their bits and having fun. This allows Dead Lover to reach for some silly highs and some ridiculous lows as they move through these characters at a fairly rapid speed. This results in more of a Mel Brooks and Gene Wilder energy (with modern sensibilities). Which isn’t something most of us would expect from a body horror comedy.

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If you are in the mood for a likable sketch troupe exploring gothic expressionism, then this is your movie. You might even find yourself charmed by the style choices and improv vibes if you’re a theater person.

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