"If I Had Legs I'd Kick You" - Review of a Waking Nightmare

Therapist Linda (Rose Byrne) is struggling to take her awful daughter (who requires a feeding tube) to hospital appointments whilst her husband is away, whilst a hole opens up in her flat and the landlord cannot be arsed to fix it, and her clients are getting ever needier and clingier...

(Photo Credit: The New Yorker)
Rose Byrne is quite rightly gettign acclaim for this: a white knuckle stress cascade, where the entire world is buffetting you. She's utterly mesmerising in this, and the praise is well earned. I've liked Rose Byrne for a while, and seeing her cut loose? Fantastic. The film itself is also incredibly well-made: tight enclosed corridors, lots of close ups, a wickedly dark sense of humour, never seeing the daughter's face (much like in "Good Boy") because she's not a person: she's a presence, an all consuming void, a FUCKING NIGHTMARE (seriously: Linda is woman worthy of "Mother of the Year" Award for not murdering this wretched goblin) and the choke around her neck she must pretend to be proud of living for with gritted teeth. The countless injustices and minor annoyances and great problems piled upon her like the cloaks of Draco in mythos never feel like a misery porn parade, and more like a stress wildfire burning through the soul: oh COME THE FUCK ON! WHAT NOW?! It's twisting and turning and unpredictable, and Rose Byrne is remarkably good at keeping us on Linda's side throughout, how she doesn't die of stress-induced heart attacks is a miracle. An excellent film about the impossible decks stacked against working mothers in society.
Fun to see Christian Slater (doing a pretty good Albert Brooks impression), A$AP Rocky, Ivy Wolk from "Anora" and, for some bloody reason, Conan O'Brien too!
I want to kill that child with a shoe.