The combination of Werner Herzog directing and David Lynch producing would have compelled me to see almost any film. The addition of an incredible cast (Willem Defoe, Grace Zabriskie, Chloe Sevigny, Udo Kier and Michael Shannon) makes this movie impossible to resist.
Herzog’s interest in tales of obsession led him to this film, a true crime story of a young man, Brad McCullum, who stabs his mother to death with a sword while rehearsing for a Sophocles play in which a son murders his mother. Shannon is exceptional in portraying the son’s decent into obsession, confusion and, finally, murder. His portrayal of Brad McCullum’s delusional downward spiral isn’t too heavy-handed and is, at times, even likable.
The always-incredible Grace Zabriskie plays Brad’s ill-fated mother, complete with all the bizarre facial expressions that we’ve come to expect from her. She’s overbearing, doting, overprotective and fragile at the same time. Udo Kier, as the director of the Brad’s play, is impeccable. My only regret is that his part wasn’t larger. Defoe was outstanding, as usual, in his portrayal of the lead San Diego homicide detective on the case (it seems he’s everywhere lately. If you haven’t already seen Antichrist, see it immediately). Sevigny, as fiancé Ingrid, can’t really act and doesn’t even try.
All in all, this is definitely a film worth seeing. There are some gorgeous shots of the Southern Californian and Peruvian landscapes and the composition of many of the shots including mother and son are equally beautiful. The interweaving of the Sophocles play plot-line with the actual murder could perhaps have been treated a bit differently (as the film stands it appears as more of an eerie coincidence rather than as an actual catalyst for the murder); nevertheless the dynamics between mother and son will leave you chilled and uncomfortable. -kellybourdet








