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In this Golden Globe nominated psychological thriller, Oscar winner Tilda Swinton plays Eva, the mother of the evil Kevin (Ezra Miller). Eva contends with her clueless husband (John C. Reilly) and her son's malevolent ways, as the narrative builds to a chilling and unforgettable climax. Based on the best-selling novel of the same name, WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT KEVIN explores nature vs. nurture, as Eva's own culpability is measured against Kevin's innate evilness.
Movie Reviews from Rotten Tomatoes
- Reviews Counted: 184
- Fresh: 140
- Rotten: 44
- Average Rating: 7.4/10
Top Critics' Reviews
Fresh: Acting doesn't get much better than the subtly brilliant display put on by Tilda Swinton in We Need to Talk About Kevin.
Fresh: The film's bluntness doesn't diminish the power of the nature-versus-nurture questions Eva's asking herself. Or of Swinton's harrowing portrait of parental guilt.
Fresh: This thoroughly well-crafted, if rigidly conceived film could use a little more talking -- at least some therapy! -- about Kevin.
Rotten: The narrative strategy amounts to little more than film-school strenuousness, and in the end it can't conceal the movie's essential crudeness - its coarse, artless dialogue, blank character writing and intellectual vacuity.
Honest and heartbreaking
I guess we've had enough time to process things like this, where we can actually sit down and speak candidly as well as show the true people behind tragedies like this.
Tilda Swinton is amazing as always. "Kevin" played a true sociopath. I did keep wondering why so much was left unsaid, there was no punishment, no thought of asking for psychiatric help, no open discussion between the parents and the child--but hindsight is hindsight.
I always wondered how a parent has to come to terms with their child being a killer, and cruel, and just simply lacking empathy for other living things. This movie really focused on the aftermath and the town punishing her for her child's mistakes. She had to go through hell before and hell after. She even said she was "going to hell." It's just sad to have to endure something you have no control over.
There is and is gonna be alot talk about this movie. I grew up with kids just like Kevin. The question is "when do we ask for help? When does somebody step in to save us from a growing monster?" We always seem to be too late. Instead of proactive, we're reactive. But should we suffer for others' mistakes if they don't take responsibility? Sometimes I just don't know.
The back and forth and the flashbacks added to the chaos of the situation and developed a private hell for the mother that she couldn't escape. Everything bleeds together and has to in order to get the full scope. Tastefully well done.
Amazingly brilliant. Tilda Swinton is fierce.
Strained and pedantic
I guess this movie is in the vanguard of the fascination with human minds. Most of the performances are good. However, it's marred by the type-casting of John C. Reilly in yet another of his amiable dunce roles. (And don't get me wrong, he can be very good; as in "The River Wild" and "Boogie Nights"). But this is the next of several roles where he essentially plays the same character, an emotionally tone-deaf sweetie-pie. (His roles in Chicago, Year of the Dog, and The Hours are the first three that come to mind). His character is so irritating and insensitive and completely unsuited to Swinton's. The movie suggests that Tilda Swinton's character, what with her cool, tightly anxious demeanor and all, has probably bestowed the psychopathy to her son. Shades of the phony "refrigerator mother" excuse for autism. The movie has it's point - denial has its consequences - but the characters are in such a vacuum: There are no relatives, no cell phones, no neighbors door-bell ringing for friendly reasons, no parent-teacher conferences, just this vacuum where the horror that is the son unfolds. The family's house is as sterile as a lab. Perhaps this is meant to reflect somehow on the psychological make-up of the parents, but I for one am not buying it. The use of the color red splashed here, there and everywhere, is forced and arty. For this reason the movie is strained and rather pedantic.