We Need to Talk About Kevin

While Scottish director Lynne Ramsay’s previous films, Ratcatcher (1999) and Morvern Callar (2002), took linear (albeit drifting and dreamlike) forms, for her first film in nine years she has chosen a more ambitiously fragmented approach. Based on the novel by Lionel Shriver, We Need To Talk About Kevin concerns the experience of a mother struggling with the aftermath of a school massacre carried out by her own son. Incorporating the intense, sensual cinematography of her previous work with a more rigorous and archly stylized approach, Ramsay lures us into the world of Eva (Tilda Swinton, the perfect mix of iciness and fragility for the role) as she reflects on the upbringing of her son, the eponymous Kevin (played as a teenager by Ezra Miller, a similarly well-cast blend of charisma and aloofness) and the growth of her family, in the aftermath of its disintegration.
We trip back and forth between Eva’s isolated life after the incident, masochistically choosing to live a bare existence in the same town the murders took place, and the various stages of her life as a parent—along with brief, delirious flashes of more vivid, youthful moments from her past. The ways in which these timelines intersect are frequently abrupt and associative, and there is a palpable sense of a battered psyche trying to reassemble itself after an unimaginable trauma. The film’s stylized approach to color, mise-en-scène and sound design all suggest a portrayal of events filtered and distorted by layers of emotionally charged memory—an achievement that reaffirms Ramsay’s affinity with masters such as Terrence Malick and Wong Kar-Wai, something already glimpsed in her previous work. But this film, Ramsay’s first U.S. production, also marks an engagement with American genre traditions, in particular psychological thriller and horror.
In its narrative construction, Kevin draws upon two key tropes: that of the “whydunnit” thriller, in which the crime’s perpetrator is never really in doubt but the mystery of his motivations are a driving factor and that of the family horror, in which some dark supernatural element tears apart a traditional household from the inside. In particular, Kevin invites obvious comparison to the likes of Rosemary’s Baby (1968) and the Omen series—and like most art house employments of genre tropes, its success pivots on the extent to which it appropriates these for its own purposes rather than simply yielding to their own formulaic logic.