I don’t want to go into too much detail as to what happens. The pleasure of Mother and Child is watching the plot unfold and the impact its twist and turns have on its characters. Writer/director Rodrigo Garcia (Things You Can Tell Just By Looking at Her) crafts a complex tale that explores this subject from a multitude of angles, pulling no emotional or dramatic punches along the way.
The three main roles are richly drawn, multifaceted and far from stock film characters. Karen is a bitter crank, ready to bite the head off of anyone with whom she comes in contact. When a new co-worker (Jimmy Smits) attempts to get closer to her, he encounters the mother of all cold shoulders. High-strung, eager to please, but not willing to suffer fools, Lucy’s pursuit of her goal is an emotional roller coaster ride. Elizabeth is just the opposite. Determined to keep her emotions in check, her goal is not to give anything away. But her aloofness and unbridled confidence is so appealing, especially when she shows it sexually, we can’t help but be drawn to her.
Bening, Washington and Watts all give powerful, intricately layered performances. They are ably supported by Smits, Jackson, Jones, Epps, Ryan and S. Epatha Merkerson, who plays Lucy’s mother, a force to be reckoned with all her own. Familiar faces pop up throughout the film. Look for Amy Brenneman, David Morse, Elizabeth Pena, LisaGay Hamilton, Michael Warren and Lawrence Pressmen, in brief, but memorable appearances.
Sure, Mother and Child is a chick flick and certain to appeal more to women than men. (Though there are a couple of scenes with Watts that should make any guy in the audience happy.) It’s also filled with enough laughs, drama, insight, intelligence and heart to make any man not afraid to get in touch with his feminine side -- if he has one.