Finding Life Amidst Grief: Rabbit Hole Review

Rabbit Hole, directed by John Cameron Mitchell, well you probably know him from Hedwig and the Angry Inch, is one of those films that sneaks up on you. It’s got Nicole Kidman and Aaron Eckhart, two powerhouses that truly dive deep into the heavy waters of grief. It’s a bit like when you butter your knäckebröd only to drop it face down—all too real, right?

Now, I’ll admit, I was a bit hesitant about this film at first. I remember sitting there with my old vän, Stina, thinking, “Alright, do we need more sadness right now?” But then Midsommar rain reminds you that sometimes you just gotta lean into it. But surprise-surprise, that’s where Rabbit Hole shines—it doesn’t simply parade sadness; it finds those flickering moments of life.

Now, there’s Diane Wiest, playing Becca’s (Nicole Kidman) quirky mom. She throws these curveballs of wisdom at you, like when your farfar tells stories about the time before Spotify—with layers you didn’t see coming.

What I love—no, seriously, love is how the film doesn’t tie things up with some Hollywood bow. It’s not yelling “It’s okay!” in your face. It leaves room for you to breathe, think about your own bits in life. Reminds me of when I lost my första cykel—small, but at eight years old, it felt monumental.

There’s something oddly comforting in the discomfort this film brings. The kid next door? The empty room? All of it echoes with that silent scream of loss. It’s a reminder that our broken parts can still find their way back to being human.

I think Rabbit Hole gives you a space to feel and reflect without demanding you to agree with it. And isn’t that what film’s about, really—creating a dialogue, even if it’s with yourself?

Check the trailer below