So I sat down one evening to watch a disturbing little art film about Eva Green and Matt Smith and cloning and maybe a little bit of incest. And I got that, mostly. But do you know what I got that I was completely unprepared for? A little boy dragging a long sheet of plastic that he had obviously gotten from the beach right through Eva Green's living room, with her just watching and saying nothing. Some child who is there as a GUEST and she just lets him bring garbage into her home. Matt Smith constantly standing just a little too close? I can take it. Children slowly burying a mechanical toy dinosaur while it pitifully tries to walk? Easy. Weird sexual tension between a mother and her son, culminating in a sex scene that made me want to squirm out of my skin? I lived. But that sheet of dirty plastic being dragged through that living room. That is the scene that will haunt me for the rest of my days.
Review of Womb
