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I lost it when they threw her on the ground.

When I say I lost it, I'm not talking about the losing it where tears just come bursting out. Not the losing it where you tuck your head into your knees because you just can't handle standing the sight of anything anymore. I'm talking about the losing it where you feel like everything you've just experienced was nothing more than a bad dream. That nothing this disgusting could ever be made by a human being, someone with empathy, and an understanding of fear and anxiety. But when they threw Jennifer Lawerence's character (Mother) on the ground of her home, calling her a "cunt" and "nasty whore", kicking, punching, literally murdering her, I knew I had lost it.

And before you say I'm missing the point, I promise you I'm not. I got what Aronofsky is *trying* to say. I fully get the "no respect for Mother Nature" metaphor that he blatantly screams in your face. I get it all. But there's a way to say this without completely attacking the audience in a way that makes it impossible to respect the filmmaking, the craft, or the heart and soul that goes into deconstructing a films metaphor. I completely adore when a film is willing the tackle thought provoking topics, such as the way we treat the Earth, the way we treat women, and etc. But whenever you turn a claustrophobic, anxiety infested story into a misogynistic abuse fest in a span of 15 minutes, that's when you've lost it.

Without the last grueling 45 minutes, I know this would've been in my top 5 of the year. And like many men in the comment sections have tried to tell me, I realize that this is just an opinion. But being a woman, who can genuinely relate to Mother, I can't express how disgusted I was during the 3rd act of this film. If you are a female, go into this with caution. If you love it, that's incredible. I wish I did. If you are a man, and like the film, don't get mad at women who become sick at some of the scenes in mother!, because personally, they were excruciating.

(btw; the scene when the fucking baby cracked its neck made me literally sob uncontrollably. I have never been so disturbed by something in a film EVER).



(also, the .5 star rating is for the part of the film I talk about in this review, not the entire film.)