|Starring||Tilda Swinton, Ezra Miller, John C Reilly, Siobhan Fallon, Ursula Parker, Ashley Gerasimovich, Jasper Newell|
|Release||27 JAN 2012 (US) 21 OCT (UK) Certificate 15|
During pregnancy, Eva regards her unborn baby as a parasite rather than a mini-miracle and from the moment Kevin is born, it is clear he and Eva do not like each other. They are silently at war with one another, with affable Franklin trapped in the middle. Some of the ambiguity of the book is
perhaps lost here. The book is told from Eva's perspective in a series of letters to Franklin, making it hard to know whether Kevin truly is a regular little Damien, or whether Eva's view of the situation is skewed. In the film it is fairly unequivocal that Kevin is a little shit, but the central questions remain – is this nature or nurture? And to what extent is Eva to blame?
To muddy the oedipal waters further still, Eva and Franklin have a second child, Celia (Ashley Gerasimovich), a sweet-natured kid who Eva instantly bonds with. Does this suggest that there is an inherent evil in Kevin? Or could it be that second time round, Eva is ready for motherhood and the
sacrifices that go with it, embracing Celia who responds by growing into a normal, well-adjusted kid? There are two moments in the film when we glimpse a vulnerable side to Kevin, suggesting there may be some good lurking beneath all that venom. This makes it difficult to dismiss him as a monster - there are no easy answers for the viewer of this film.
Previously Lynne Ramsay has made small but acclaimed films, Ratcatcher and Morvern Callar, but this film marks her out a major-league director. In adapting We Need To Talk About Kevin, she's deftly avoided the obvious pitfall of turning this tale into a pulpy thriller, achieving something more
subtle and more enduring as a result. Her visual style is striking throughout, right from the opening aerial shot of a sea of squirming semi-naked revellers covered in tomatoes. Tomatoes reappear later in the film as tins of soup uniformly stacked on the shelf of the supermarket as Eva shops, representing the shift her life made from reckless impulse to bland domesticity. The red motif recurs over and over again, turning Eva into a Lady Macbeth figure, forever stained by the blood on her hands.
Ezra Miller gives an impressive performance as Kevin, keeping an air of serene menace, passive aggressiveness being a weapon of choice in his war on Eva. It's impossible to imagine anyone but Swinton as Eva. She captures youthful exuberance, tragic hopelessness and just about everything in between. It's rare that a character is so fully realised and allowed the luxury of such complexity on screen. Give this woman an Oscar for Christ's sake.