YOU ARE NOT MY MOTHER (2021)

Studio:     Magnet Releasing
Director:    Kate Dolan
Writer:     Kate Dolan
Producer:  Deirdre Levins
Stars:     Hazel Doupe, Carolyn Bracken, Jordanne Jones, Katie White, Florence Adebambo, Paul Reid, Ingrid Craigie

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Summary:

A teenage girl learns a shocking family secret after her mother goes missing, but later returns having seemingly transformed.


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Prolific critics can’t stand repeating themselves. That’s why we’re constantly trying to come up with new ways to say the same things. Every time I type “slow burn,” for instance, I routinely think, “This again? There has to be a better way!” like I’m a contestant pitching on “Shark Tank.”

The catch is, those same old, same old phrases just plain work because everyone understands what they mean. It’s why I defend the semi-controversial use of “elevated horror.” Offended people seem to think “elevated” intends to disparage everything it’s being elevated above, except that’s not really the case. When someone says “elevated horror,” that term immediately tells you you’re in arthouse A24 territory as opposed to killer clowns terrorizing teens at a slumber party. Certain phrases simply do the trick far better and far faster than an unnecessarily long description ever could.

Here’s another example. When you hear “slow-burn Irish spooker,” what comes to mind? Those few words should suggest an emphasis on atmosphere over action, slowly smoldering dread, long stretches of ponderous silence, gloomy settings colored grey from overcast skies, haunting music where piano keys echo eerily, cryptic dialogue, a creeping camera keen on arms-length angles framed from distant rooms to partially obscure voyeur views with door frames, performances primarily made out of sullen faces and saddened stares, and of course, boggy woods, pagan bonfires, and Celtic folklore. That elaboration describes countless suspense films from the Emerald Isle, but in this instance, it specifically covers “You Are Not My Mother.”

Char has all the characteristics of a teenage social outcast. Her academic excellence earns the ire of bullying classmates. She tells her teacher she has a friend to sit with, yet she still eats a sad homemade sandwich alone in the cafeteria. When her face isn’t pointed down, a scar can be seen on Char’s cheek that she claims is an unusual birthmark. Neighborhood whispers gossip that it’s actually a sick reminder of how her family supposedly tried to burn Char (subtle nickname, innit?) shortly after her birth.

Char doesn’t have it any easier at home. Her grandmother Rita treats Char just fine, but she’s not the problem. It’s Char’s mother Angela. Emotionally distant and often distracted, Angela can barely be bothered with anything, which explains why Char is reticent to ask her for a ride to school. Char asks anyway, and nearly ends up in an accident when Angela goes into a trance, forcing Char to suddenly jerk the steering wheel to avoid a horse in the middle of the road. All Angela has to say for herself afterward is, “I can’t do this anymore.”

Char’s frustration with her disengaged mother turns to frightened fear when Angela suddenly goes missing. She isn’t gone long though. Char’s regularly scheduled nightmare of mom wearing a disfigured face gets interrupted one evening by the front door being broken open. Angela returned just as inexplicably as she disappeared. But where did she go and was it really her who came back?

That latter question becomes a more urgent issue than the former when Angela’s behavior begins growing increasingly bizarre. At first, Char loves her mum’s newfound fashion sense, desire to make dinner, and spontaneously smiling dances. Those three things soon turn into shedding hair and teeth, putting poison in a person’s tea, and entering into violent physical fits. What’s worse, unraveling the mystery behind Angela’s metamorphosis will uncover the shocking truth about Char’s past, as well as the painful price the family now has to pay in the present.

By now, you’re heard more than enough to know if “You Are Not My Mother” sounds like something that sends a ball up your alley. I’ve been speaking about it a bit offhandedly, but I genuinely mean no disrespect toward the movie or toward writer/director Kate Dolan. On the contrary, Dolan carefully crafts a fine fable about fractured family tethers and, despite a muted tone that prioritizes themes over tangible terrors, Char’s arc stays quietly compelling even though not a whole lot happens. Patiently paced though the movie may be, Dolan exhibits a strong sense for maximizing Spartan style to enhance smart storytelling.

At the same time, it’s difficult to get overly excited about another supernatural chiller topped off with typical tropes and familiar fiction. Dolan’s script would have benefited from a judicious revision to solidify each person’s purpose in the plot. Char doesn’t need multiple bullies any more than those bullies need to have multiple changes of heart. Some threads have frayed ends too, like a vague relationship with a concerned mentor that doesn’t do much beyond confirm how Char willfully ignores external offers of help in addition to repeated warning signs at home.

In its current, and obviously only incarnation, “You Are Not My Mother” does an admirable, albeit average, job as a festival favorite, comfortably lingering in a limbo between traditional and elevated horror. There’s that pesky term again. I could have simply left it at “slow-burn Irish spooker” since that undoubtedly told you everything you needed to know.

Review Score: 55