We Need to Talk About Kevin
With her almost lizardy face, almond shaped eyes, doll like paleness and boyish expressions, Tilda Swinton is simply hypnotising type of beauty. And so is her performance in the almost perfect adaptation of Lionel Shriver's disturbing novel, We Need to Talk About Kevin.
This book is not for everyone, as so is not the film, however, Lynne Ramsay seems to have exactly the same sensitivity as the author of the novel. It's almost scary how with gentle perfection she manages to reflect the atmosphere of the book. Her Kevin speaks with the sentences that could have easily been written by Shriver; he is inhumanly conscious and intelligent, just as he is in the book. Her Eva is my Eva too. Tilda Swinton is casted so perfectly that it literally took my breath away seeing her on screen. She is the strong, ambitious mother of a monster whose life has been broken, but never completely destroyed by the massive murder committed by her son, Kevin. Although Ramsay is often very ascetic when it comes to showing the story on the screen; the events are reflected on Eva's face rather than showed directly to us; she still manages to persuade us that Kevin cannot be stopped, even as a baby.
This atmosphere of the inevitable combined with the intelligent black humour makes this dark story disturbingly entertaining. Ramsay uses symbols, yet they are so subtle that We Need to Talk About Kevin can be watched without any horrible pretentious preparations; it is light enough for the audience not familiar with London Film Festival's programme as well as challenging enough for a critic. There is a lightness in making the weirdness of this seemingly simple story.
We Need to Talk About Kevin is the first film during this year's London Fil Festival that did not disappoint me. It was everything I expected plus a little more. And if you don't think this review is persuasive enough, then I beg you, see this film and write one yourselves.