mother!

truly biblical i liked this film. more than liked it, actually. it's a beautiful picture and a sharp metaphor. and, ironically enough, it might be my favorite adaptation of the bible i'm pretty sure, none of this would’ve happened if god (excuse me, the poet) had been a woman. but that’s kind of the point, isn’t it? i loved how the heart of the house was broken by the first two intruders, like adam and eve biting into the forbidden fruit. how one son killed the other – cain and abel, again and again. how people kept multiplying, the space kept shrinking, and the air grew heavier, tighter, unbearable. worship turning into fanaticism. fanaticism into hatred. every word of «the creator» read, quoted, worshipped and then completely misunderstood. it was horrifying. and because of that, it felt right. it felt fair. what i liked even more is that this interpretation is far from the only one. the film is layered enough to be revisited again and again, each time from a different angle. «do you hear that? that's the sound of life. the sound of humanity» yes. that’s exactly it.