I have 3 friends who went through postpartum, but it is not like this for sure!
Kit Harington, is good in the film, but I feel so sad to see his talent is wasted here.
It had me hoping for an engaging cinematic journey, but alas, it turned out to be a tiresome ordeal. From the opening scenes to the final credits, the film is riddled with clichés that make it an excruciatingly boring watch. The abundance of clichés is comparable to the incessant cries of a baby - a baby that cries far too often.
In a blatant attempt to appear current and trendy, the film forcefully embraces 2023 trends, but the result is nothing short of lameness. The story itself is disappointingly straightforward, lacking depth and complexity. The screenplay's flatness and laziness reflect its poor writing quality, leaving the viewer yearning for substance that never materializes.
Regrettably, I found myself growing bored not once, not twice, but three times within the initial 30 minutes. This movie is the epitome of a drag - a truly agonizing experience that tests one's patience.
The actors' performances manage to salvage a fraction of the film's credibility, with the husband's character standing out as a natural portrayal that is acceptably decent. Unfortunately, the same cannot be said for the mother's character and the actress's performance. The dialogues and the questions she raises come across as insipid and lack authenticity, pulling the viewer further away from any emotional investment.
Even the inclusion of a seemingly fake granny character doesn't provide the relief one might hope for. The potential for better acting from this character is evident, making her underwhelming performance all the more disappointing. And don't even get me started on the portrayal of the mom club - it's so contrived that the discomfort is palpable, underscoring the film's overall lack of authenticity.
The film's sound and music add to the dreariness with their dullness, failing to even align with the scenes they accompany. It's as if the creators threw together a mishmash of elements without any regard for coherence.
In essence, it could have been salvaged as a concise 30-minute short film centered around a mother's fear of embracing motherhood and going thorough postpartum. Unfortunately, it falls significantly short of achieving even that modest goal. The regret of starting this cinematic endeavor has only grown as the credits roll. If there's one takeaway from this experience, it's that the potential of a story was wasted due to lackluster writing, forced trends, and an overall absence of genuine emotion.
It leaves me pondering the art of storytelling and the importance of true creativity in the world of cinema.
Kit Harington, is good in the film, but I feel so sad to see his talent is wasted here.
It had me hoping for an engaging cinematic journey, but alas, it turned out to be a tiresome ordeal. From the opening scenes to the final credits, the film is riddled with clichés that make it an excruciatingly boring watch. The abundance of clichés is comparable to the incessant cries of a baby - a baby that cries far too often.
In a blatant attempt to appear current and trendy, the film forcefully embraces 2023 trends, but the result is nothing short of lameness. The story itself is disappointingly straightforward, lacking depth and complexity. The screenplay's flatness and laziness reflect its poor writing quality, leaving the viewer yearning for substance that never materializes.
Regrettably, I found myself growing bored not once, not twice, but three times within the initial 30 minutes. This movie is the epitome of a drag - a truly agonizing experience that tests one's patience.
The actors' performances manage to salvage a fraction of the film's credibility, with the husband's character standing out as a natural portrayal that is acceptably decent. Unfortunately, the same cannot be said for the mother's character and the actress's performance. The dialogues and the questions she raises come across as insipid and lack authenticity, pulling the viewer further away from any emotional investment.
Even the inclusion of a seemingly fake granny character doesn't provide the relief one might hope for. The potential for better acting from this character is evident, making her underwhelming performance all the more disappointing. And don't even get me started on the portrayal of the mom club - it's so contrived that the discomfort is palpable, underscoring the film's overall lack of authenticity.
The film's sound and music add to the dreariness with their dullness, failing to even align with the scenes they accompany. It's as if the creators threw together a mishmash of elements without any regard for coherence.
In essence, it could have been salvaged as a concise 30-minute short film centered around a mother's fear of embracing motherhood and going thorough postpartum. Unfortunately, it falls significantly short of achieving even that modest goal. The regret of starting this cinematic endeavor has only grown as the credits roll. If there's one takeaway from this experience, it's that the potential of a story was wasted due to lackluster writing, forced trends, and an overall absence of genuine emotion.
It leaves me pondering the art of storytelling and the importance of true creativity in the world of cinema.