The movie is marketed as a "horror" movie despite the fact that the movie is totally devoid of horror, mystery, suspense, thrills, supernature, sex, or logic. What WAS in abundance was urine and excrement - if that's even a "genre."
Kudos to Kathryn Hunter as difficult stepmom Solange. The actress, 67 in real life, very convincingly portrayed a bitty well into her 80's. Unfortunately, she was not psycho enough to be "psycho" nor evil enough to be "evil." She was simply abusive, manipulative, conniving, and racist. And I did not find that sufficient to carry a movie.
The movie would aptly be considered a quasi-psychological drama at best. There is a final twist at the end that I guess would allow the filmmakers to call the movie a "thriller" with a straight face. To call this movie a "dark comedy" I feel would give this movie too much credit.
Brandy comes home freshly from a C-section delivery and is left to stumble into her house, baby in hand, without the least bit of assistance from her husband, who takes about 10 minutes to catch up with his wife while her fresh incision is literally getting pawed by absolute strangers speaking in tongues.
Meanwhile, when the post-op wife had to nurse the newborn and hoist the poopy flailing abusive stepmom up a flight of stairs several times a day, the feckless husband tells her to just "suck it up" and "figure it out." Wow. Try that in real life!
Inexplicably, Brandy's own parents are nowhere to be seen or found. You would think they would visit with their grand-child at SOME POINT in this fiasco. And you would think she would just pack up and live with them for a while and have her husband manage the mess.
Also, we are led to believe, inasmuch as Solange furnished the entire house with newly bought antique furniture and "paid off the mortgage", she is well off - possibly even very well off. With those kind of resources, she could easily hire not one but TWO caregivers to tend to her messy self 24/7.
As someone who sees a ton of movies a year this was a rare movie, about 30 minutes in, that I debated walking out (which I've never done by the way). Reading other reviews, I see other moviegoers were less patient. At some point, watching Brandy just tolerate all the abuse from all sides was not only disturbing, but PAINFUL to watch.
By the time the movie gets to the final "reveal", I had given up on the movie so long before that that it really didn't matter.
