We Need to Talk About Kevin, 2011 I finally got round to watching this last night. Lynne Ramsay’s skillfully adapts Lionel Shriver’s excellent book, maintaining the guilt and horror of failing motherhood. As ever, Tilda Swinton’s performance is faultless, while the child and teenage actors who play her son are equally as good The film has a dreamlike and haunting quality that lends itself to Swinton’s portrayal of a mother in an unending state of shell shock. And her son, purposefully wearing ill-fitting cloths to heighten his discomfort of life, perpetuates the question of ‘nature or nurture’ as to the cause of his malevolence. Aside from the film, I’d recommend reading the book as its tone is slightly different, with further content that’s even more shocking
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We Need to Talk About Kevin, 2011 I finally got round to watching this last night. Lynne Ramsay’s skillfully adapts Lionel Shriver’s excellent book, maintaining the guilt and horror of failing motherhood. As ever, Tilda Swinton’s performance is faultless, while the child and teenage actors who play her son are equally as good The film has a dreamlike and haunting quality that lends itself to Swinton’s portrayal of a mother in an unending state of shell shock. And her son, purposefully wearing ill-fitting cloths to heighten his discomfort of life, perpetuates the question of ‘nature or nurture’ as to the cause of his malevolence. Aside from the film, I’d recommend reading the book as its tone is slightly different, with further content that’s even more shocking
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We Need to Talk About Kevin, 2011 I finally got round to watching this last night. Lynne Ramsay’s skillfully adapts Lionel Shriver’s excellent book, maintaining the guilt and horror of failing motherhood. As ever, Tilda Swinton’s performance is faultless, while the child and teenage actors who play her son are equally as good The film has a dreamlike and haunting quality that lends itself to Swinton’s portrayal of a mother in an unending state of shell shock. And her son, purposefully wearing ill-fitting cloths to heighten his discomfort of life, perpetuates the question of ‘nature or nurture’ as to the cause of his malevolence. Aside from the film, I’d recommend reading the book as its tone is slightly different, with further content that’s even more shocking
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We Need to Talk About Kevin, 2011 I finally got round to watching this last night. Lynne Ramsay’s skillfully adapts Lionel Shriver’s excellent book, maintaining the guilt and horror of failing motherhood. As ever, Tilda Swinton’s performance is faultless, while the child and teenage actors who play her son are equally as good The film has a dreamlike and haunting quality that lends itself to Swinton’s portrayal of a mother in an unending state of shell shock. And her son, purposefully wearing ill-fitting cloths to heighten his discomfort of life, perpetuates the question of ‘nature or nurture’ as to the cause of his malevolence. Aside from the film, I’d recommend reading the book as its tone is slightly different, with further content that’s even more shocking
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We Need to Talk About Kevin, 2011 I finally got round to watching this last night. Lynne Ramsay’s skillfully adapts Lionel Shriver’s excellent book, maintaining the guilt and horror of failing motherhood. As ever, Tilda Swinton’s performance is faultless, while the child and teenage actors who play her son are equally as good The film has a dreamlike and haunting quality that lends itself to Swinton’s portrayal of a mother in an unending state of shell shock. And her son, purposefully wearing ill-fitting cloths to heighten his discomfort of life, perpetuates the question of ‘nature or nurture’ as to the cause of his malevolence. Aside from the film, I’d recommend reading the book as its tone is slightly different, with further content that’s even more shocking
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We Need to Talk About Kevin, 2011

I finally got round to watching this last night. Lynne Ramsay’s skillfully adapts Lionel Shriver’s excellent book, maintaining the guilt and horror of failing motherhood. As ever, Tilda Swinton’s performance is faultless, while the child and teenage actors who play her son are equally as good

The film has a dreamlike and haunting quality that lends itself to Swinton’s portrayal of a mother in an unending state of shell shock. And her son, purposefully wearing ill-fitting cloths to heighten his discomfort of life, perpetuates the question of ‘nature or nurture’ as to the cause of his malevolence. Aside from the film, I’d recommend reading the book as its tone is slightly different, with further content that’s even more shocking