I have a middle-aged male friend who wants a child. He doesn't actually like children. He wants a partner who is young and doesn't have children of her own already because he only wants his own child or children. He thinks that after the child/children reach 6 months of age, it's going to be "easy." This movie reminds me of him. It's that huge ball of denial that genetic anomalies don't happen - because they do. The scientific advances we have made in testing during gestation have been a blessing and a curse, because now we know what may or may not be developing, and sometimes difficult decisions have to be made. Everything can't be avoided. What do you do if your baby is born with something that wasn't detected, or can't be cured? Aren't every single one of us imperfect? Isn't it possible to love or care for another human being, even if it doesn't have perfectly formed fingers, which was merely the possibility in this movie? If my friend is ever in this dilemma in real life, I think the result would be the same as in this film.
Review of 20 Weeks
