We Need to Talk About Kevin is, simply put, an excruciating experience. It’s like a kick to the solar plexus, having the wind knocked out of you — or like surviving a fistfight with a larger, stronger opponent you wish you’d never challenged. You emerge pummeled, dazed, and content never to go back and try it again.
The Kevin in question is a child who dedicates every single moment of his life to deconstructing and eating away at his mother’s bruised psyche, like a carrion bird scavenging a carcass. The debate surrounding the film is an unusual one: is Kevin a bad seed? Or more the result of negligent parenting? And even more so: why would anyone watch this film? Read the full story
