Nightbitch.
Despite its provocative title this is a limp wristed watered down smoothed over tale of a mother ably played by Amy Adams and her rebellion against her role as a stay at home caregiver to her charming son. The couples roles dictated by the white middle class strictures of modern society, which they both have somehow agreed to. None of this rebellion is directed against her son who she indulges and loves unconditionally. The initial wonder in having a child has worn off and she now is tasked with the sometimes increasingly mundane day to day work of steering this new being on a safe and caring path. It is this role she startlingly finds herself in, that upsets the apple cart. When set against her former life as a promising artist, which she has set aside long ago for her new life. The dawning realization of what she has given up is what finally sets her on a path of separation from her unsuspecting husband. The whole middle-class motherhood baby world increasingly grates and eventually disgusts her sensibilities. The imaginary regression into a feral world, their idealized image of randomness and freedom is simply an escape valve for her frustrations. What is missing in this tale is any culpable rage justified or not for the situation she finds herself in. It does (spoiler alert)(I don’t care). Have a happy ending. Wrongs are righted, tragedies avoided, art is restored, dogs go back to being dogs, and a new arrival hopefully sets things straight. (This ending really gets my goat)(Sorry....not sorry)
215 stars