Seeing as how My Lover, My Son is more of a melodrama
than a mystery-thriller, the way the title reveals a central narrative conceit
isn’t problematic. After all, beautiful Francesca (Romy Schneider) lavishes
inappropriate attention on her adult son, James (Dennis Waterman), within the
first few minutes of the picture. What ensues is partly a study of the
psychosexual wounds that provoked the incestuous affair and partly a potboiler
about the extremes to which circumstances drive the participants in the
relationship. That the picture climaxes with a sensationalistic murder trial gives
some idea of the vibe, though My Lover,
My Son leavens its lurid elements with a somewhat meditative approach.
Although the picture doesn’t work, it periodically draws viewers into the minds
of Francesca, so traumatized by past tragedy that she can’t tell right from
wrong, and James, hopelessly torn between his abnormal fixation on his mother
and his regular-dude impulses to begin a romance with a woman his own age. And
since the film is impressive in terms of acting and technical execution, nearly
all the faults reside in the murky storyline.
Things get off to a cloudy start
with a weird dream sequence/flashback/hallucination during which Francesca
recalls the death of her lover, who dove into a pond and cracked his head on
something underwater. In the present, Francesca fixates on James, whom we later
learn is the son of the lover she lost. Meanwhile, Francesca’s husband, a
traveling businessman very much worried about social perception, snaps once
Francesca begins making public displays with her son, such as dancing way too
close in a nightclub. The story wanders in other directions, notably to James’
troubled relationship with pretty blonde Julie (Patricia Blake), but a violent
crime ultimately forces mother and son to deal with the repercussions of their
intimate involvement. Schneider’s elegant presence elevates the material, if
only slightly, and some viewers may find themselves ensnared by the movie’s
engagement with big topics ranging from bereavement to destiny. It’s a heady
mix of themes, no matter how clumsy the storytelling.
My Lover, My Son: FUNKY
5 comments:
Sorry, but something titled 'My Lover, My Son' is, even for me, a bridge too far. ;)
As I've often said, I take the hits so my readers don't have to. All about providing a service.
I don't take that lightly: Having seen a few films that would send most well people to the authorities, I feel your pain.:)
"I don't judge a movie on what it's about. I judge it on how it's about it"-Roger Ebert
Is it me or is it Mother Son Incest movie are box office poison and career killers. See Jill Clayburgh in 1979 Luna.
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