"suitably freaked out", really?

I really liked reading this review: serious attempt to engage with a film. More like this, please!
The billowing sheer drapes you mention (I haven't seen Kevin yet) make me think of the sheer drapes in the opening of Ratcatcher.

I swear, I am calling my mother right now and telling her there is a feel-good laugh riot movie she should see.

Read the book first.

Are you telling me this is not a "Talladega Nights" meets "Home Alone" feel good romp?

agree with #4. The book is startling. If you are a woman who's ever thought you really didn't want to have children and felt vaguely (or not so vaguely) judged by society for that feeling... the book is MUST reading.

I read it as a sort of Hipster Horror film: Rosemary's Baby meets High Fidelity. It uses the very subjective perspective of an ambivalent mother who only remembers the bad things, thus making a horror movie narrative in her head. (Thus the two-dimensional characters.)

What struck me as unmissable is her downward mobility afterward. A hip, downtown woman with a cool job, an expensive haircut, impeccible taste and a lovable husband falls into the Hipster Antithesis.

She ends up in a tacky rented house in a commuter suburb filled with crap furniture she would never have allowed into her New York City apartment even as a joke. Her cool job is gone, and she's surrounded by the square/tacky people she had successfully avoided with money and minimalist interior decorating.

Is she punishing herself? Does she have no choice? What are the economics of the quotidian life she never really wanted? Does poverty really make your hair stringy and your good taste in clothes evaporate? These are the questions that really haunt me. And can this dilemma be taken seriously? It's just so impenetrable, I can't help but think its a portrayal of her mental trap, one so pervasive she can't even see what she is doing to herself. Is this all a sick little joke?

It's a good review. Movie is a total mindfuck.