We Need to Talk About Kevin
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Golly--cinematic contraception: many couples are going to go home from this with lowered libido, elevated emphasis on birth control, or both. If this had somehow managed to be a big box office hit, I'll bet you could track the blip in the birth rate late in the year.This is one of those spawn-of-Satan stories, only without Satan or any supernatural element. We're given a hint that Eva (Tilda Swinton) sends some bad postconception vibes to her uterus, and she certainly becomes a hater when the kid cries nonstop for the first couple of years of life. So maybe she can be blamed for bending the twig, but this is one seriously bent twig, and innate evil seems a likelier, if less satisfying, explanation.
At one point, after his latest bit of wickedness, Eva asks Kevin why, and his answer tracks pretty closely the "he can see no reasons 'cause there are no reasons" of a certain Boomtown Rats song: "There is no point: that's the point." And after his apocalyptic bit of wickedness, his answer is no more of an answer: "I used to think I knew; now I'm not so sure."
The main practical takeaway from this for me, frankly, is that if a John C. Reilly-type dude can land a Tilda, perhaps I should be looking harder for love; after all, the procreation thing has long been off the table anyway.
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