No matter how much I try, I’m not perfect. I don’t work out enough. I could be better with money. I could definitely be tidier, but I’m lazy. I admit it. I like to drink a bottle of wine and watch Netflix if I don’t have anywhere to be the next day. I like to think that someday, if I have kids, I’ll suddenly become perfect and selfless and hardworking.
But do I have to be like that? I’ll certainly step up to plate if I ever have a child, but I won’t be perfect. Should I? Should a good mother encompass all those values?
Such is the focus of The Babadook, one of the best and scariest films I’ve seen all year. Seriously, The Babadook is extremely well acted and written, with inventive camera techniques and an incredible attention paid to detail.