I lost it when they threw her on the ground.

When I say I lost it, I'm not talking about the losing it where tears just come bursting out. Not the losing it where you tuck your head into your knees because you just can't handle standing the sight of anything anymore. I'm talking about the losing it where you feel like everything you've just experienced was nothing more than a bad dream. That nothing this disgusting could ever be made by a human being, someone with empathy, and an understanding of fear and anxiety. But when they threw Jennifer Lawerence's character (Mother) on the ground of her home, calling her a "cunt" and "nasty whore", kicking, punching, literally murdering her,…

It’s necessary to preface this with the fact that I am (or, was) a huge Aronofsky fan. He’s ingenious, and sophisticated and he has this distinct style to his films. Plus, his symbolism and metaphors have always struck a perfectly balanced note in the past. Having loved Black Swan and The Fountain, I’ve been super stoked for mother!. It all seemed right: the concept, the cast, the posters. Everything. The spectacle leading up to its various premieres added to my excitement.

Aronofsky didn’t underwhelm my expectations; in fact he exceeded them in epic proportions – in the worst ways possible. To understand my frustrations, one has to have a sense of the plot. mother! is the story of a giving,…