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Prevenge movie review: baby bump off

Prevenge green light

MaryAnn’s quick take…
Fresh feminist horror of a very welcome taboo-smashing kind. Nasty, hilarious, outraged and outrageous, and as poignant as it is blackly funny.tweet
I’m “biast” (pro): love Alice Lowe, desperate for movies about women
I’m “biast” (con): not generally much of a horror fan
(what is this about? see my critic’s minifesto)

This is what happens when women make movies: We get movies that do not look like anything we’ve seen before. And I promise you, you have never experienced anything like writer-director-star Alice Lowe’s Prevenge: it’s nasty, hilarious, outraged and outrageous,tweet and magically exactly as genuinely poignant as it is blackly, sarcastically funny.tweet

Sure, there have been bad-fetus movies before, and movies about strange creatures growing inside human bodies and taking over. (Two recent awful examples: Devil’s Due and The Unborn.) But to a one, as far as I am aware, they’ve all been by male writers and male directors projecting their insecurities about women’s ability — power, even — to give birth and their squickiness at the idea of where babies come from. (Look: The most famous such scene, of the creature bursting out of John Hurt’s chest in Alien, wasn’t just invented by men, director Ridley Scott and screenwriter Dan O’Bannon, but actually happens to a man.) These movies have never sprung from a woman’s own feelings about pregnancy or her actual attempts to cope with her body being hijacked by a tiny passenger.

Not just a baby bump: this baby wants to bump people off.

Not just a baby bump: this baby wants to bump people off.tweet

But now we have Prevenge, which erupted from Lowe’s wonderfully demented mind while she was pregnant with her first child, and which was shot in a quick 11 days in her eighth month. (No fake baby belly for Lowe onscreen: she really looks pregnant because she really is pregnant.) A profilic comedic actor in the UK (Black Mountain Poets, Paddington), and a cowriter and star of Ben Wheatley’s brilliant bleak satire Sightseers, Lowe’s directorial debut twists the feel-good nonsense women get fed when they’re pregnant into a dark caricature that, many women who’ve been pregnant will tell you, more accurately reflects what it feels like to have another human being crowding out your internal organs and making all sorts of demands on your physical resources.

“Baby will tell you what to do,” a midwife (Jo Hartley: Eddie the Eagle) croons soothingly, and rather patronizingly, to Lowe’s Ruth. Ha! Ruth’s baby is telling Ruth — in a hilariously foul-mouthed voice provided by Della Moon Synnott* — to murder. Not random people on the street or anything: the baby is targeting half a dozen or so specific folks for a very specific reason. (“People think babies are sweet,” the baby says, “but I’m bitter.”tweet She has good reason to be bitter.) And Ruth is doing what baby tells her to do because, well, didn’t the midwife say the baby was in control? Aren’t women supposed to do whatever is best for the baby? Aren’t women supposed to sacrifice everything to give the baby a good start in life?

“Baby will tell you what to do,” the midwife said sweetly. Ha! This baby wants to kill.
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I first saw Prevenge at London Film Festival last year — where it wasn’t only one of the best movies I saw there, but had, hands down, the best title — and seeing it again recently opened it up on whole new levels. There’s a lot of straight-up funny satire here, smacks to the pastel-colored baby-porn that surrounds mothers-to-be, such as the horrific baby scrapbook in which Ruth documents her murders. But there’s a lot more in the way of acrid jabs at the awful mundanity of day-to-day existence of which pregnancy and motherhood is just a part: there’s always laundry to be done; there are always people who are casually cruel. I don’t mean Ruth! Ruth is kind — she doesn’t want to do those murders. In fact, I’m not entirely convinced any of the murders really happen (this is one of the things a second viewing had me pondering). We’re so much in Ruth’s head, the film so narrowly focused on her perspective, that it’s entirely possible that it’s all just a sick fantasy on her part. (Surely the police would have taken an interest in all those gruesomely dead bodies piling up, but we never see them, and no one comes knocking on Ruth’s door.) Ruth has reason to be bitter, too, you see, reason to wish certain people very very ill indeed. But would she kill them if baby wasn’t telling her what to do?

Dude, wearing that shirt is a good way to mark yourself for murder.

Dude, wearing that shirt is a good way to mark yourself for murder.tweet

Prevenge succeeds — beautifully and gorily and angrilytweet — on whatever level of actuality you care to take it on, skewering the condescension with which women are treated by doctors and the depersonalization women are subjected to by the mythology of pregnancy in our culture. Ruth’s baby is borne of a lot of blood and a lot of pain, just like all babies are: it just gets spread around a lot more here. This is a sharp slap of an antidote to the shiny glowy miracle-of-birth crap that sugarcoats reality to the degree that women who don’t love being pregnant — or who don’t want to be pregnant — are afraid to simply say as much. It is only a whisper among women that for many of us, pregnancy is not a beautiful time but a terrifying nightmare of physical and emotional ravagement. Men have been allowed, in our pop culture, to see pregnancy as something scary, but never women. So Prevenge is feminist horror of a particularly fresh, very welcome, and very necessary kind.

Perhaps the scariest thing about Prevenge is that it doesn’t just tell a woman’s truth: it screams that truth in a way that smashes a taboo. This could well be a film that will make it okay for other women to speak their truth out loud, too.

first viewed during the 60th BFI London Film Festival


*I suspect that “Della Moon Synnott” is not a real person but a joke or an anagram that is eluding me.


green light 5 stars

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Prevenge (2017) | directed by Alice Lowe
UK/Ire release: Feb 10 2017

BBFC: rated 15 (strong bloody violence, gore)

viewed at a private screening with an audience of critics

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  • Dent

    Pregnancy must seriously change a person’s brain chemistry, my mother has told me stories about how she could barely sleep while she was pregnant with me because her dreams were all feverish surrealism. Something about giving birth to an ill tempered tabby and barber shops where they trim your brain. Clearly this is an overlooked creative aid. Ask your doctor if pregnancy is right for you, side effects may include crippling depression, enduring health problems, death or children.

    Apparently our doctor blamed my mother for my AD/HD because she had a handful of drinks in 9 months. What a professional fellow.

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