If I had Legs I’d Kick You.
A relentlessly depressing film that I could not look away from.
Rose Byrne in a rivetingly eloquent performance single handedly carries this tale of a mother nearly drowning in a series of mishaps. Byrne playing Linda a therapist caring for a daughter with an eating disorder requiring a peg tube which must be replenished every night while struggling to manage a series of other mishaps including the collapse of the ceiling in her apartment which floods the house forcing her to move with her daughter into a seedy motel while she tries to get the landlord to repair the damage. (With no success). Her absent husband has nothing to offer other than criticisms over the phone of how she is coping with these crises. On top of this barrage she has to deal with her array of clients with their own problems who further burden her adding to the mounting impossibility of her position. Seeking council from a fellow therapist, played by Conan O’Brien. His initial apparent indifference to her plight soon turns into exasperation after she inadvertently crosses professional boundaries and he drops her as a patient. The clinic monitoring her daughter as well as Lindas increasingly desperate behavior is putting additional pressure on her that if certain weight gain targets are not met, additional custodial options would have to be considered. The way that Byrne expresses the mounting impossibility of her plight is a thing to behold… remarkable.
Her performance already garnering awards from the Berlin Film festival Written and unflinchingly directed by Mary Bronstein.
Harrowing but you cannot look away. 648 Stars


