“Mother and Child”: Pushing past adoption clich
Annette Bening and Naomi Watts' top-notch performances help turn this hackneyed subject into powerful drama
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Writer/director Rodrigo García’s fourth feature begins with an adolescent couple making out on a bed to the strains of dreamy ’70s guitar. The girl solemnly lifts her shirt — and, without a change in music, the scene segues to her cradling a now-swollen belly in a TV room occupied by other pregnant teens, and then again to an operating table where her scream is joined by the scream of an infant. At which point, a 50-ish woman (Annette Bening) opens her eyes, and resignedly climbs into her elderly mother’s bed.
Lay it all out, brother.
García always has made the kind of ensemble films (“Nine Lives,” “Things You Can Tell Just by Looking at Her“) that have become nearly as insidious a cinematic cliché as the big-budget action movie. In some ways, “Mother and Child” is no exception. To wit: A snaggle of seemingly disconnected subplots rotate around an overarching theme (in this case, adoption). Coincidences occur that both reveal the great wisdom of the universe and handily move the plot along, and virtual strangers profoundly affect each other by trading clever paragraphs of dialogue in unlikely places (a rooftop).
But sometimes clichés really are clichés for a reason. Though the ensemble film may have toppled such otherwise serviceable directors as John Sayles, when it works, as with Robert Altman’s every other project (to quote Pauline Kael), it offers rich insight into the human condition. Certainly in this saga of four generations of mothers and daughters, García has achieved a scale and empathy that far surpasses his previous machinations without sacrificing the nuanced platforms he has granted actors all along.
As Karen, a physical therapist who still lives with her mother, Annette Bening delivers her finest performance in decades. Doggedly unadorned, she sports the depressing little bangs of women everywhere who mourn their lost youth, and mines that always precise enunciation to convey a brittle self-possession that is echoed in her daughter, Elizabeth (Naomi Watts, at her best), a lawyer whom she has never met although they both dwell in Los Angeles. Is it that city’s evocative geography or plain laziness that makes L.A. the home of so many ensemble films, from “Crash” to the recent disaster “Valentine’s Day“?
A former labor organizer, Lisa Rosman writes the Indiewire film and television blog New Deal Sally. Her work regularly appears in Time Out New York, usmagazine.com, and IFC.com, and she previously served as the Flavorpill film editor from 2005-2009, the Brooklyn Rail film editor from 2003-2005, and the mistress of the film blog The Broad View from 2005-2008. More Lisa Rosman.




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