Fucked up things about mother! and what they meant, or at least, how I interpreted them
Mother! is a film that marketed itself as like a mystery thriller.
You see a couple living alone in an isolated house with a weird crowd of people coming in for…a reason.
And you think oh, so it’s a mystery. What’s happening? So you go see it.
And what you get is a metaphor about the lives of celebrities and their families.
Let me explain my interpretation.
Invasion of privacy:
Obviously, all of the people, polite but invasive, were a metaphor for how even the most polite “fans” are still intruding.
Everything’s normal at the beginning of the film. Even though Jennifer Lawrence is a little uncomfortable with the old man and his wife, she’s still not totally upset. Social manners dictate that she be a kind hostess. And she is, she takes their invasion pretty well, since her husband seems reasonable and kind for letting two strangers in.
These two strangers are just “fans” of his original work. They’re normal people who just admire him. That’s normal, right?
“Fans are people too.”
They’re just admiring.
At this point, Jennifer Lawrence and her husband are normal people who are just happy that their work gets recognized.
This is “small” celebrity status.
People who are recognizable, but not uber famous.
They get to be friendly with fans, get one on ones without people getting weird
Fans make their own personal problems somehow related to their celebrity and behave badly when their celebrity’s family or friends tell them to step off, they don’t own that celebrity (*coughs, sound familiar, tumblr?)
So the two “normal” fans have two fucked up sons. One kills the other. It’s a tragedy. Jennifer Lawrence expresses her condolences, but Michelle Pfieffer is cold and says she couldn’t “possibly” understand while Jennifer’s husband is gracious and “mourns.”
Michelle Pfieffer is a “fan” who sees her own problems in the lives of the celebrity’s family.
She then “takes sides” according to how she applies her own tragedy to the celebrity’s situation.
And she takes the celebrity husband’s side, because he’s “mourning” while Jennifer is uncomfortable with people in the house.
But this mourning is pandering.
He’s showing only the slightest of true sympathy for them. He just revels in the drama, in being the hero, who comforts all. He is their messiah, he pities their small problems and comforts them because he is a benevolent master.
Additionally, all of the family members come in, invade Jennifer’s home.
They jump on her sink even though she TELLS THEM REPEATEDLY that it hasn’t been braced yet.
Then it BREAKS.
Like this is just the beginning.
Celebrities and their families TELL their fans not to do something.
For a practical reason.
But fans do it anyway because they think they’re being cute, playful. They take liberties with celebrity’s possessions, with their reputations.
They treat the celebrity’s things like toys and then let them clean up the mess while they get off scot free and retreat into anonymity.
Then the celebrity gets MORE famous. People ADORE him and treat him like a god who can do no wrong, whose every action is sacred. They then DEMONIZE close relatives and friends when they have NO FUCKING IDEA WHAT GOES ON WHEN THE CAMERA IS OFF.
So Jennifer Lawrence has a baby. The madness is over. Her husband is happy because he finally started writing again. He published a book and everyone’s excited.
She’s happy because it’s just the two of them, plus another, the baby that’s coming.
There’s no stain under the carpet (blood, from when one brother killed the other earlier) and she throws away medication she’s been taking the entire movie to deal with the stress.
But then the paparazzi come. Fans come. They come and they take her husband away from her.
Earlier, he went away for an “emergency.”
He left his wife alone because he “had to” and he assumed that she would be ok.
And she’s an adult, after all.
It was traumatic, but she excuses him because he’s a “good man.”
But in this case?
He just adores the fame.
He leaves her to bask in glory.
He doesn’t eat dinner with her, a dinner she made specially for him.
And THEN, he tells everyone to come inside.
They eat her meals.
They start taking her things, because they “need a piece” of the poet they adore so much.
She tells them to stop but they don’t care.
This whole part was clearly a metaphor for how celebrities’ lives are treated as commodities.
Everyone feels entitled to their favorite celebrity’s lives.
They want a piece of them for themselves, but don’t consider that maybe one day, there’ll just be nothing left of whatever it was that made that person special.
They also take liberties with her food, her toilet, her possessions, her house.
They tear things off the wall and run off with it.
They shove her around and don’t care that she’s pregnant.
Kristin Wiig the editor, social civil war, and how celebrities are expected to fix the entire world’s problems by being “icons” when they’re really just people.
Ok, this part of the movie was really weird and kind of tedious. For some reason, the film went from people invading and cutting up her house to…women in cages.
People fighting in the living room with riot masks.
People getting pepper sprayed.
Bodies covered in ash all over the floor.
Nurses and medics rushing to help people lying on the floor, dying.
And amongst this mess is Jennifer Lawrence and her husband…who inspires people.
Who sees their suffering and wants to help…but who disregards his wife.
Who starts to see himself as a messiah, instead of as the man he truly is.
This is a fascinating part which I only understood JUST NOW, as I was typing this!
Celebrities are our “fantasy.”
The real world is horrible.
People die in terrorist attacks.
People protesting are pepper sprayed and beaten.
Women are sex slaves being sold like goods.
Disgusting men walk around destroying everything.
And here we have a celebrity who’s powerless to stop these things.
Yes, he is a figure of hope. He can offer people some comfort in trying times.
But he’s also human.
He has his own responsibilities. He’s just a man.
He NEGLECTS HIS WIFE AND CHILD to be the people’s “savior.”
And that leads us to:
A baby is taken from her mother, its neck is snapped by the people’s rough handling of it, and its corpse is ripped apart and eaten by his father’s fanatics
Ok, this part was horrific.
But I understood what it meant.
He wanted people to see his child because they “asked.”
He really did want to support his wife, at some points, but every time, EVERY TIME, his fans came first.
His image came first.
He took her baby from her after it was born after assholishly waiting for two days for her to FALL ASLEEP.
Then he gave it to the crowd.
And they tore it to pieces.
Clearly, this was a metaphor for a celebrity’s family.
Everything they do is consumed by the public.
The babies of celebrities are neatly folded into consumer goods the moment they’re born.
They’re battered by scandals and by the public’s eye.
It was brutal to watch and I think the message there was that we don’t consider how it would feel to be born with a spotlight on you and your every action.
We take it for granted, our privacy.
Our right to live our lives unmolested.
Kids of celebrities are always being “held up” and “eaten” in a way.
Ok, so the scene ends with the baby being eaten and with one fan saying, “We’re so sorry for your loss…but he will not be forgotten!”
This to me says that people will apologize for their actions…but not mean it.
They’ll never learn their lesson; they’re just sorry their dark side was exposed to the light.
They’ll hide it away again until the next situation comes along.
Jennifer Lawrence’s husband refuses to apologize and he refuses to change his ways EVEN AFTER HIS BABY WAS KILLED
His baby died and what does he tell his wife?
“I’m sorry…but we can make something out of this tragedy! It wasn’t for nothing!”
It shouldn’t have happened in the first place.
Jennifer Lawrence is disgusted, rightfully, because he’s just thinking about himself.
he didn’t care about her or her baby.
he cared about the publicity. and now that the baby is dead…he still thinks of himself as the people’s god.
he “makes” tragedy into yet another moment of worship.
And then a scene that just wouldn’t end…..
Jennifer Lawrence is brutally beaten by a crowd calling her a whore and her shirt is ripped at and I’m forced to see her boobs popping out
Ok so…this part was really upsetting.
You thought a tiny helpless baby having its neck snapped and its corpse eaten was as bad as it got?
After her baby is killed….what happens?
She stabs a bunch of people with glass.
And then they descend on her, screaming, and beat her brutally, punching her in the face, in the stomach, tearing at her shirt.
Her boobs pop out.
And then her husband FINALLY comes to her rescue.
A celebrity’s family member is angry at her privacy being violated. Or she’s angry about a way she’s been portrayed in the media.
She lashes out.
And is mercilessly torn apart by a misogynistic public.
Like I think her breasts popping out wasn’t meant to be sexy at all.
It was literally the grossest thing I’ve ever seen, not that Jennifer Lawrence isn’t hot, just that…
I don’t find people beating a woman’s nose in and then kicking her still pregnant stomach as she lies bleeding on the floor sexy foreplay.
Plus her boobs aren’t sexually shown.
They’re just there, on display, after a crowd of people beat her almost to death.
This scene to me…makes me think about leaked nudes.
Everyone was calling her a whore.
Celebrity’s wives are under careful scrutiny, you know?
In a way husbands aren’t.
So rumor mills always accuse wives of cheating, or of being shrill, nagging, selfish bitches who don’t support their husbands.
This to me was the story of a wife of a celebrity who was treated horribly by the public, who’s as human as the rest of us but doesn’t get to be because she’s in the spotlight.
Her brutal treatment was really symbolic of how people don’t know SHIT about a celebrity’s home life.
They assume they do and demonize anyone deemed “harmful” to their celebrity, who they CLEARLY adore because they can do no wrong….and that includes family members.
But they don’t know anything. They don’t understand.
And people get hurt.
Families are torn apart. Love is lost.
Jennifer Lawrence gave everything to this asshole, then blows up the house she built for him, and THEN her burnt corpse still gives him its heart, which becomes the priceless antique that he’s treasured for years
This was the ending.
She’s burnt everything, the house, their possessions, him, the people.
And yet…she still gives him the last thing she has.
When he never deserved it.
And he takes it, smiling.
And it becomes a priceless jewel, something he’d had in the beginning of the film, which had been broken by one of the many visitors.
So this part was infuriating because..
then you see another woman waking up in the house, right where Jennifer Lawrence started.
So there you go.
That’s the ending.
There’s a massive scandal.
The public takes the celebrity’s side, of course.
The celebity’s wife is destroyed socially and publicly.
She’s forever that “bitch” who hurt a good man.
A brave hero.
(who let his son die and let his wife deal with this pain all alone).
She’s burnt every bridge she knows.
She doesn’t have her baby or her husband or her home or anything.
This seems to me like a metaphor for divorce.
The celebrity’s spouse is divorced and has nothing anymore.
In fact, they have less than what they had before, because at least before they knew anonymity.
Now they know hatred from people who only saw the whole debacle from the side of the celebrity, and only pitied and cared about him, since they don’t know this non-famous, normal, human woman.
But she still gives him her heart, saying she loves him, loved him.
And he has everything she ever gave him, all of the support and love, and now that he has it from millions of adoring people?
He doesn’t need her anymore.
He takes what she has left and leaves.
And finds a new woman.
A new victim.
And it begins again, the scrutiny.
This movie was fucked up.
Was it fascinating.
Because the social commentary is simply phenomenal.
I’m actually kind of bent out of shape about this, because the movie was brutal, but its message was even more brutal when you realize it.
It wasn’t a mystery thriller like it seemed.
it was a story about the media.
And about fame and power that corrupts and destroys people who’re really not that different from you or me.
All I could think about was Britney Spears and how she had a mental breakdown and all people could do was mock her and make fun of her and shake their heads, telling their daughters how they don’t want to grow up like her.
Humans are fucked up. They fuck up.
The only difference with celebrities is that their mistakes are horrifically public, and the backlash is much worse.
I hated this movie.
But fuck, I just realized, I kind of loved it too.
Edit: I’m a fucking dumbass. It’s an allegory for the Bible. And that’s it. Ok. I’m an idiot. Disregard everything I said.