Oh Mommy Dearest

Fucking Mother! This all started with the Blair Witch Project for me, the fucking excessive use of handheld cameras making the movie viewing experience a nauseous one. I’ve been good about it so far: Nine Songs, Cloverfield, 24 Hour Party People. I managed to avoid having to throw up at a theater.

Well at the Saturday morning matinee of Mother!, I finally got to check something off my proverbial bucket list. About 90 minutes into the film, about where an impromptu book release party happens to a very pregnant Jennifer Lawrence’s chagrin, I ran towards the restroom and started hurling my morning coffee out.

I actually thought about going back after the yakking stopped since the movie was intriguing. But fucking hell. There should be a fucking warning if there is excessive handheld cameras in a film. At the very least let me get some fucking Dramamine.

I guess I’ll watch the final bit of the film once it’s out on VOD.