I don’t really want to talk about We Need to Talk About Kevin
… but I feel I must, albeit briefly. Whenever I’m excited about and subsequently disappointed by a film there’s a bitterness that doesn’t fade unless I go on a bit of a tirade. I’ve already complained to my husband on several occasions, but it always helps when I document my ravings in a more permanent method.
Ultimately what it comes down to is: I don’t give a fuck about Kevin. Nor do I care about his family, including the main character (Tilda Swinton). It’s not necessary to care about or like the characters in a story, but then the story has to be fascinating and strong on its own. It’s a movie about a fucked up family with a particularly fucked up son who does some seriously fucked up shit. But at no point when watching was I really interested or invested in what happened or what was about to happen. There was no depth or electricity or vibrance.
I basically feel like it was a rejected Lifetime movie (too dismal for the network) that was filmed very well. Maybe I was just in a supremely bad mood after the thirty minutes of Attack the Block we watched, but for all my reflection I can’t understand the accolades this movie is receiving.
