Hey folks! Just got out of a screening of “Mother and Child,” and I have some thoughts. Have you ever stumbled across a movie that feels like it’s peeling an onion, layer by layer, till you’re left with tears in your eyes—and you’re not sure if it’s from the emotional punch or the existential confusion? Well, that’s this film for you.

Directed by Rodrigo García, it dives deep into the tangled web of adoption, motherhood, and those heart-wrenching decisions that define our lives. Annette Bening, Naomi Watts, and Kerry Washington absolutely slay in their roles—each one navigating this human tapestry with a rawness that’s rare, like discovering a hälsingekaka recipe in your grandmother’s attic.

Here’s the thing; I have a soft spot for movies about family. They always remind me of a Sunday afternoon back in my childhood home, when the sun would hug the living room as Mamma would chat about life over fika. This film brought a bit of that warmth, albeit with a pinch more drama—okay, a truckload more—but still.

I won’t lie, there are moments the film drags a bit. Felt like the last seven minutes stretched into eternity—a tad like waiting for a Swedish summer to finally kick off. And while the narrative is profoundly touching, sometimes it feels like it’s trying too hard to yank at the heartstrings. But maybe that’s just me being a jaded, old soul.

Visually, it’s quite a feast. The camera work subtly captures the characters’ inner struggles, the kind that makes you want to awkwardly hug your own mum afterward—even if she’s not the hugging type.

So folks, if you’re in for a reflective journey through the lives of three intertwined women, this one’s worth the introspective ride. Just keep those tissues handy unless you’re a steel-hearted rock from Kiruna.

Here’s a peek at the trailer: Mother and Child

Give it a watch and let’s chat over the digital kaffe och bulle!