How Cinematic Motherhood Reflects Our Moment

The final lines of The Little Foxes, William Wyler’s 1941 adaptation of the Lillian Hellman play, are reserved for Alexandra (Teresa Wright), Regina’s (Bette Davis) naïve daughter who floats through scenes, unmoored by any currents of familial tension. In these final moments, Alexandra is reeling from her mother’s wily misdeeds, gazing up at her openly, while Regina stands atop the stairs, peering over the banister, chilled by her family’s sudden absence. In her response to her mother’s question—“Would you like to sleep in my room tonight?”—Alexandra asks, “Why Mama? Are you afraid?” It is delivered with her characteristic innocence, but carries the kind of heft which sits tangibly in the expanding space between them. In this moment, the mother-daughter dynamic is sharply recentered; the camera zooms in until we see the stark, grimy details of this relationship. For Regina and Alexandra, this bond is necessary to their survival, as both women were born in the early 19th century when their financial survival was reliant on men, but it is also burdened with jealousy, shifting in relation to their proximity to men.
Wyler draws The Little Foxes to a close by holding his camera on Regina watching her daughter run away with David Hewitt (Richard Carlson) into the rainy night. She fades into a retreating shadow, blurred by the window. Such physical obstruction emphasizes the distance which governs these two–windows function to service observance, rather than communication. Regina watches her daughter retreat with a blend of regret and disdain, fostered by an environment that inevitably forced Alexandra to resort to desperate measures. The window filters the unreciprocated longing and desire from mother to daughter into something ominously tragic.
While Stella Dallas came out four years prior to The Little Foxes, it takes place in the immediate aftermath of World War I. The film tracks the upwards mobility of Stella (Barbara Stanwyck) as she purposefully moves through the world, determined to create an easier life for herself and her daughter Laurel (Anne Shirley). In the end, in order to secure a lucrative marriage for Laurel, she sacrifices their relationship. Instead of attending the wedding, she watches her get married from the bustling street, steadying her gaze as the light streaming through the window, catching her tears as they glisten dramatically. The camera remains staunchly situated alongside Stella, framing the silent, pristine ceremony through her overwhelming emotion.
Ultimately, whether a mother is positioned as a villain or a hero is incidental; she will remain isolated in the totality of her failure, her daughter offered up to a world of men. Over the years, films focused on this facet of motherhood have been united in treating these maternal ebbs and flows as worthy of the melodramatic spotlight. Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret is the newest iteration of such a trend, the gradual heartbreak which defines mothers and daughters lending the light-hearted coming-of-age-story heft.