

I feel like Yoder accomplished what she set out to do, but it just didn‘t work for me. It‘s not that, as a childless woman, I couldn‘t connect to the mother, but that the visceral horror of motherhood has been done better elsewhere (Wonderland by Zoje Stage or the film The Babadook). Or that it was too weird (honestly, it wasn‘t weird enough! It needed to be more Moshfeghian). It was too long and the end was too literal, maybe.