I killed my mother – J’ai tué ma mère Film Review
J’ai tué ma mère is a substantially frustrating and an austerely authentic creation that best serves as a shaky autobiographical, illustrating the early youth of Canadian actor and filmmaker Xavier Dolan.
With its carefree style and flowing narrative, I killed my mother is a dramatized piece of cinema that in spite of being fairly inflated still offers a genuine and a truthful point of view.
The excess use of literary quotations, moody sequences and black and white direct-to-camera confessions from the main character aided in forming an otherworldly compelling and an emotionally stimulating atmosphere that lingers in the mind long after the film has ended.
Anne Dorval gives a solid performance that could move even the most anguished, and Dolan of course does a splendid job of basically playing himself. The personas they each embodied were heavily bombarded with deep internalized struggles and confusion. In other words, I killed my Mother’s characters were profoundly complicated and exceedingly impressive.
But what is most amazing is that Dolan accomplished such an impressive and moving film at the age of
The penetratingly colorful and artistic images splattered throughout the film and the extreme visual show-off and composition, as well as the genius use of slow motion, intentionally, shaped a dream-like esthetic mode that knows how to keep one invested till the very end.
I killed a Mother, Xavier Dolan’s provokingly honest design is a digitalized diary that holds a lot of similarities to each and every one of its viewers.