Movie Review: Netflix Original: Tallulah

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Rating: 5/5

I’m not the type of person to watch indie films or depressing family dramas unless they come highly recommended by someone; that someone usually being a friend of mine who loves watching deep dark morbid thought provoking heart wrenching blood curling lose faith in life things. She will hunt down the most depressing movies and tv shows a person can find and eagerly watch them. Then she’ll be depressed for the rest of the day. #notevenjoking 

This is the same friend who recommended Drop Dead Diva.

And now you can probably understand why she was drawn to watching that show in the first place. I'll give you a hint. The itty bitty word called Dead. #lmao

Why I mention her is that when I first saw this movie on Netflix, I immediately wanted to disregard it as ‘not my kind of cinema’ and push it into the pile of movies we watch when we are together,  but then I noticed that Allison Janney and Ellen Page were playing lead roles.



 I’m a huge fan of Ellen Page, both in reel and real life. She carries herself with a certain looseness of limb that allows her to submerge herself in that reel world, absorbing the character and story into herself, refusing to emerge until the director has gotten what they need. She becomes the character and their story becomes hers. It's hard to separate the actor and the character and it's even harder to separate the story and the actor. There is a sense of fluidity between her physical and emotional expressions that helps her make her point eloquently.

Anyway, long ode short, I watched the movie. Warily at first. With my finger on the stop button for the first half an hour. But I found myself intrigued and disgusted at the same time. I desperately wanted to give her a bath and clean her van. In a scene where she takes a bath, all I could concentrate on was that she wasn’t scrubbing herself harder, and that the water had turned black by the end of her bath. I wanted to stop watching and yet couldn’t stop. Her griminess nearly derailed the whole movie for me, but then I got caught up in the story and I was hooked.



My OCD aside, this movie is wonderfully complete, as you can tell by my rating. There is not a single thing - a single actor nor dialogue nor scene that I would change or delete or thought was unnecessary.

Every single actor brought their A game, whether it was someone with a mere 5 minute role of playing social worker or a lead actor playing the woefully insecure unhinged mom.  Every scene had a reason for being there and was delivered with purpose.  



As the story evolved and characters developed, my emotions started to mirror the characters’ and I realized how true to life they were depicting the story. Nothing was over the top or unbelievable (bar one scene that involves floating/levitating/flying), everyone reacted how they were meant to.

If I had to pick a character I loved, it would be the mom. The poor neurotic, over stressed, under loved, paranoid and over whelmed mom. My heart went out to her. Having recently been around new moms and infants, I completely get it. It’s hard. It’s a non stop marathon for the first few months, and that’s with help and love and support. Imagine doing it all on your own, with the fear of losing your dis-interested husband hanging over you. Yes she did have help, and she’s a privileged upper class white lady; but when has that ever been the answer or a solution?


Anyone who watches this movie is forced to understand her or  at the very least acknowledge her pain and whether we like it or not, deal with it.

For me, that is the true genius of this movie. Feeling sympathy for someone that we are prejudiced  to dismiss, whether that be the mom or the young homeless woman just trying to do the right thing. 

Don’t you agree?

Here's the trailer: 




~Rumi

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