Mother's Day (18)
Starring: Rebecca De Mornay, Jaime King, Shawn Ashmore
Your support helps us to tell the story
From reproductive rights to climate change to Big Tech, The Independent is on the ground when the story is developing. Whether it's investigating the financials of Elon Musk's pro-Trump PAC or producing our latest documentary, 'The A Word', which shines a light on the American women fighting for reproductive rights, we know how important it is to parse out the facts from the messaging.
At such a critical moment in US history, we need reporters on the ground. Your donation allows us to keep sending journalists to speak to both sides of the story.
The Independent is trusted by Americans across the entire political spectrum. And unlike many other quality news outlets, we choose not to lock Americans out of our reporting and analysis with paywalls. We believe quality journalism should be available to everyone, paid for by those who can afford it.
Your support makes all the difference.The Desperate Hours, with a sick twist. Rebecca De Mornay plays the matriarch of a criminal clan who, following a botched bank job, hide out in the suburban midwest house they once owned and take hostage the terrified new occupants.
With one of her sons dying from a gut shot, De Mornay is in no mood to compromise, and after an initial feint of moderation, she ups the stakes drastically. The house becomes a Darwinian crucible of survival as friend turns on friend and the family's creepy internal dynamic turns fiendish. Director Darren Lynn Bousman, a graduate of the Saw franchise, is plainly no stranger to ordeal cinema (or fake blood) but he's also no slouch when it comes to developing tension: it's the kind of scenario in which simply killing people isn't enough, they have to be tortured viciously beforehand. De Mornay is the star draw, camping up her psycho-mom act to the level of delirium. ("Mother's Here", a spoken line, would have been a better title). All through the film she kept reminding me of someone, but I couldn't work out who. Then I got it. The immaculate coiff, the gimlet-eyed stare, the sense of controlled rage: oh my God, it's Hillary Clinton!
Join our commenting forum
Join thought-provoking conversations, follow other Independent readers and see their replies
Comments