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(Alice Lowe at her recent visit to the NFTS)
We asked writer, director & actress Alice Lowe to continue our alt-film list series so adeptly started by director and visiting NFTS tutor Corin Hardy, who has so far tackled alternative Christmas and Valentines films! Given that Alice’s BIFA nominated ‘stunningly psychotic feature debut’, Prevenge, is about a woman who believes her unborn child is telling her to kill people and which she wrote, starred in, and directed it whilst 7-8 months pregnant with her first child, we thought she would be the ideal candidate for an alternative Mother’s Day film list! NFTS graduate, Matteo Bini edited Prevenge– if you would like to follow in his footsteps, we have open days coming up for our Editing MA on the 24th March and the 26th April – sign up here!
Known for her work as a UK television comedy actress, Alice Lowe made her move into film with her screenwriting debut Sightseers, directed by Ben Wheatley, in which she also starred as the hapless Tina. After premiering at Cannes, Sightseers went on to receive several accolades including Empire’s ‘Best British Film’, as well as acting and screenplay awards for Alice. So without further ado, here is Alice’s top ten alternative Mother’s Day films:
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Carrie
One of my all-time horror films, eminently re-watchable. Firstly because you’re really hoping it’s going to work out okay this time for awks teen Carrie. Secondly because of the brilliant lead performances. Piper Laurie is so awesomely unhinged as Carrie’s god-and-sex-fearing, controlling mother, it borders on the kinky. The intensity of their relationship was a real eye-opener for me when I first saw it. The sometimes unhealthy claustrophobia and near cannibalism of a mother-daughter relationship is so rarely demonstrated on screen. That ‘you are part of my body therefore I can do what I like with you’ psychological element of motherhood, whether it be literal, psychic, or verbal annihilation. She’s a blummin’ nightmare! Forget the usually unfair teen lament about one’s mother, it really is all her fault. Poor Carrie. Laurie’s orgasmic stabbings in the glory of God, and her Christ-like death makes her the ultimate mother-as-martyr nightmare figure. And some of it is funny too! ‘Dirty pillows!’ She gives Kathy Bates a run for her money in the blaspheme-avoiding psycho stakes.
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Alien
Body horror at its most iconic. Giger giving anatomical nightmares form through his extraordinary design. Casting a woman as ‘Ripley’ was a masterstroke. This sci-fi delves into our fears of ‘mother as monster’. In a sense, Ripley is the ‘final girl’. We kind of don’t know she’s the lead, until the death of the captain means she has to take over as second-in-command. Her sensible-ness makes her a Cassandra of the crew. She is the only member who forewarns about whether it’s a good idea to expose planet earth to this new life form. And it’s her caution that helps her survive. Not you usual ‘hero quality’. And I maintain that what makes this film so compelling is Weaver’s amazingly emotional performance. She shows fear. And that’s what makes her truly brave. Not the unrealistic bravado of your bog-standard Hollywood action hero. It propels us into belief of the whole terrifying concept. We see Ripley metamorphose into a heroine. And uniquely the creature, by its ferocity to survive, and its intelligence, begins to feel feminine. ‘Get away from her you bitch!’ Cat fight in space! By the end of the trilogy Ripley has an affinity with and respect for the beast. Like Schneider with Jaws, as deadly enemies, they are two halves of one whole, condemned to unity for all space and time. Watch this with your mum. Because it will be funny. Halfway through she might say, ‘can’t we just watch ‘Beaches’?’
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Grey Gardens
This classic documentary by the Maysle brothers is one of my all-time favourites. A mother and daughter, relations of Jackie Onassis, live in faded glory at their tumbledown mansion Grey Gardens in the Hamptons. These eccentric twosome are like something straight out of Tennessee Williams by way of Manhattan. Racoons piss on the family paintings, whilst little Edie drapes herself in the family furs. It’s tragic, but hilarious. Again, themes of thwarted hopes and faded dreams. We get the sense that Big Edie may have hobbled her daughter’s ambitions out of jealousy or a sheer need to keep her with her, afraid of being alone. Seeing the two of them compete to sing ‘Tea for Two’ is one of the most hilariously memorable scenes. You’d think it was French and Saunders. It’s a fascinating insight into an intense and usually secret world, of private contests and complex emotions. It was one of the major inspirations for the weird mother-daughter relationship in Sightseers. There’s some gorgeous lyricism in the doc though, ‘sometimes it’s hard to see the line between the past and the present’. ‘I am a staunch woman!’ ‘A libra man!’ By the end, you’ll feel an affection for these two and their delicate delusions. Though, it’s not healthy is it? Maybe watch this if you’re still living with your mum. And then move out.
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Mommie Dearest
This has developed a cult following even though it was roundly derided upon release. Faye Dunaway stars in this Joan Crawford biopic about the abusive relationship she had with her adoptive daughter. Despite the heavy subject matter, it’s the styling and performances that have caught the cult-hunter’s eye. Dunaway’s eyebrows probably had their own trailer. Her frenzied attack of her daughter’s curls, rose bushes and coat hangers (whilst wearing a facemask) is the height of camp. But beyond that, the story is actually a fascinating investigation of expectations of ‘motherhood’. The nurturing mask adopted by a Hollywood star whose mothering instincts were lacking. Yet a star who projected an idealized image of ‘the perfect woman’. The strictness of parenting in that age was a perfect cover for abuse. And the pressures were on women to conform to a feminine ideal. Yet, ironically, for me, Crawford and Bette Davis, represent an era where female power was more familiar and assumed, particularly in cinema. And we see this in the powerful dramas, female roles, female performers. Mildred Pierce, Of Human Bondage, Katherine Hepburn, Dietrich et al.
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Psycho
A cautionary tale of another controlling mother. Norman Bates’ mother is dead, but she’s still controlling him. She’s a mouldy old corpse. But we still see the vehemence seeping out of those desiccated pot-pourri lips. It revolutionized film at the time by showing us the killer’s POV, hence lending us Norman’s perspective. And by the end he has our sympathy too. Psycho’s Oedipal kinkiness must have been shocking at the time. But the symbolism is now iconic, pervading all of our psychological notions about cinematic serial killers. I mean, Buffalo Bill? – what did his mother do to him?
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The Brood
A brilliant horror peculiarity, in that it focuses on a real woman, horribly mutated. And the shape of things to come for Cronenburg, who continued to explore body horror, with particular focus on the female anatomy (Dead Ringer’s double vagina anyone?) A man’s wife is receiving new experimental treatment for her mental illness. And her past traumas take physical form in the shape of mutant infants birthing out of her nether regions. Who then kill people. It’s a great concept. And hilariously apt in its fear of both female psychology and childbirth. I first read about it in Kier-La Janisse’s incredible House Of Psychotic Women, which details with surgical precision, female cult horror cinema. Alongside Janisse’s own autobiographical narration, it explores the relationship between female psychologies and horror. Barbara Creed’s The Monstrous Feminine also explores cinema tropes of ‘woman-as-monster’ through a Freudian lense, ideas which go back as far as classical notions of female transgression, Medea, Clytemnestra, Medusa, et al.
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The Babadook
This was a game-changer, not just for female authored horror, but for horror in general. The mother in this film is, in a revolutionary move, both victim and aggressor. An idea that grabbed me at the time. And it’s definitely made its mark on the horror subsequently being made, taking more of a psychological spooky bent. E.g. Under The Shadow. For me, the best horror comes from the human drama, not from the external threat. The monster is always within. And this conforms to that notion. People often talk about it as a female counterpart to (masterpiece) The Shining. But I think that is to denigrate by comparison. The Babadook stands alone as part of the canon of human-transgressive-drama-as-horror, such as Rosemary’s Baby, Don’t Look Now, etc. And don’t focus on the effects. That’s not the scary bit. For me, the spine-chilling moment was, ‘You’re not my mother!’…. ‘I AM YOUR MOTHER’. The monster within. Truthful. Brilliant.
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We Need To Talk About Kevin
NFTS alumna, Lynne Ramsay’s skillful adaptation of a best seller about the mother of a psycho, from her perspective. I found the book perhaps more illuminating and honest about a woman who feels no maternal affection, thereby spawning a sociopath. And that responsibility is interesting. Again, the monstrousness has its source. All of these films could be seen to be quite incriminating of the female gender! But then – Eve. It’s the same old story. Women are to blame. But then, equally you could see it as a cautionary tale of what happens when women are conditioned into taking roles they neither want or fit naturally into.
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Black Swan
Aronofsky’s melodrama is also denigrated as ‘camp’. But it’s an unusual depiction of a woman’s artistic and existential struggle (rather than a love story). Again, something we’re not used to seeing in modern cinema, and which in fact was more common in films of the past, The Red Shoes, A Star Is Born, etc. In this film, yes, there’s Pygmalion-like sadistic ballet teacher. But there’s ALSO a crazy mother, in the shape of Barbara Hershey. She still envelops her daughter in pink and white, and rose-encrusted birthday cakes. And this infantalisation, like Carrie, creates pent up violent energy within the protagonist. And of course, female sexual energy, if repressed, leads to disaster. In this case, it's self-destruction. Nina is the martyred saint, crucified upon her talent. This is like an episode of ‘Dance Moms’ on acid. The bit where the paintings come to life sticks in the mind. A warning to not hothouse your children. They’ll turn into bloody swans!
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Special mention to: Postcards from The Edge. Film based on Carrie Fisher’s autobiography about her hilarious fraught relationship with her mother.
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The Piano. Another intense and refreshingly candid representation of motherhood. There’s a power struggle, emotional blackmail, petty aggression. So much more like real life than we’d like to admit. And directed by a woman. Who probably knows.
For more information about Alice Lowe and her feature debut, Prevenge, please visit www.prevengemovie.com and @Prevengemovie on Twitter.
Follow Alice on Twitter @AliceLowe