J. R. Jones
The gutsy [Jennifer] Lawrence [is] badly miscast as a shrinking violet.
It's a real widening gyre of a movie, set adrift by the vicissitudes of both theological and cinematic history, with no human center to hold it down.
At times horrifying, at times riveting, at times baffling, and at times like nothing you've ever seen before.
I hesitate to label it the "Worst movie of the year" when "Worst movie of the century" fits it even better.
If you gave an extremely bright fifteen-year-old a bag of unfamiliar herbs to smoke, and forty million dollars or so to play with, "Mother!" would be the result.
It's too bad it doesn't work.
mother! is a film certain to be revered by some and reviled by others. And while I'd place myself mostly in the former camp, plenty of reasonable people will find themselves in the latter.
If you're going to shake your fist at the heavens, you may as well do it with some style.
What makes mother! brilliant is that it is open enough to read and project your own experiences onto it, which makes it deeply personal and universal.