PopHorror Let's Get Scared
There are movies that can exceed expectations and then there are movies that don’t do anything other than exist and fulfill a slot in theaters and a resume-builder for some actors. Nightbitch is the latter of the two options.
The story centers around a middle-aged mother named…..Mother. That’s her name in the movie because apparently, that’s her entire identity in the realm of the story and her life revolves around being a stay-at-home mother with responsibilities towards her child and also dealing with a workaholic husband, who she deems as another child to have to take care of.
Meanwhile, she notices a large number of cysts growing all over her body as she develops more hair and animalistic tendencies to the point where she has turned into an actual dog, along with some of her other mom friends.
Let me start off by saying that this film feels like an overlong trailer for the film that is to come and seems largely unnecessary other than to give a hip hip hooray for the single mothers that feel overworked by their children and underappreciated by their spouses.
The whole tone of the film seems bizarre and is too raunchy for kids but also too demented and weird for adults to digest. It’s almost as if the filmmakers decided to combine the series Desperate Housewives and Teen Wolf to create some amalgamation of a hybrid film that looked more like a Superbowl Ad.
The sad part is that the only thing that was worth getting giddy about and putting a smile on your face was the little two-year-old boy doing whatever it was on screen, which was certainly cute.
This movie tried hard but it made no sense and it really was just a pastime for moms to line up and watch Amy Adams sympathize with their plight on screen.
