The wife and I watched Son on shudder last night. It reminded me slightly of movies like Babadook in that most of the movie revolved around a mother who desperately loves her child, and is willing to do whatever is necessary to protect him.
I had very low expectations, which it far exceeded. I got the rec from the NYT, so I’ll post that mini-review here, but spoiled as you might not want even the vaguest hint of the plot before you watch. Conveniently for me, I didn’t read it until after I’d watched it - my wife likes to read these things, so when it comes to horror I let her pick what we watch.
“Son” starts with a doozy of a scene: Laura (Andi Matichak), a single mom, goes to check on her sleeping 8-year-old son David (Luke David Blumm). What she finds is a room full of strangers surrounding David in his bed. The door slams shut, and Laura goes for help. She returns, and the strangers are gone. David is alive but limp, and bloodthirsty. (Kudos to Blumm for a dynamo performance as a cuddly kid and a corpse muncher.)
Laura later reveals to Paul (Emile Hirsch), the investigator assigned to figure out what happened, that the bizarre satanic sex cult she escaped from was behind the home invasion. He believes her. But should we? As questions pile up, so do doubts. Is Laura a victim or a threat?
All horror movies are about trauma, but I don’t think I’ve seen a horror movie that navigates trauma and its consequences — mental, sexual, spiritual — as shrewdly and sensitively as the writer and director Ivan Kavanagh does in his film. The twists are knockouts. But be warned (or encouraged): This one’s not for the squeamish.