What’s going on in Finland? Is everything ok there? I’m asking because I just saw Hatching, one of the strangest horror films to come out this decade.
It’s about a seemingly perfect family who live in a beautiful, quiet neighbourhood. Surrounded by lush, green trees as far as the eye can see, with the odd bird flying around peacefully, it’s the epitome of tranquility.
The mom is a vlogger constantly filming her kids and her husband with a selfie stick. The dad is a nerdy architect. The son, the youngest child, is his demanding, obnoxious clone. And then, there’s the daughter. Yeah, we have to talk about her.
A young teenager with a lot of problems, her life completely changes in an instant. After a mysterious thump interrupts the making of the latest family video, she accidentally lets in a black crow who proceeds to fly around and cause a lot of damage.
It’s eventually caught and given to the mom. Now, because she presents herself as a cheery person, you would think she would take it outside and let it fly away. Nope. She snaps its neck and tells her daughter to dispose of it accordingly.
As always, the daughter does what she’s told. But the bird ain’t dead. And then it goes missing. When the kid hears its cries for help deep in the woods, she does not nurse it back to health. Oh no. She beats it repeatedly with a rock. Like mother, like daughter.
Then she spots the egg. You should’ve left it in the woods, honey.
Over time, this damn thing grows and grows to the point where we know 1) this will not be an ordinary bird and 2) it will transition into something more sinister. Indeed, as tears land on the outside part of the shell, out comes the hand.
Why is the daughter so upset? Because her mom is having an open affair with a handyman who looks uncannily like Boris Becker. After coming home from school, she catches him getting a little bit too handsy with her mom’s keester right there in the living room. He’s only supposed to be putting back up the fallen chandelier.
The mom explains he’s her “special friend” but the dad is kept in the dark and she’d prefer it that way, young lady, so let’s keep this between us girls, eh? She takes suspicious weekend trips to non-existent blogging seminars in order to cover her horny ass. Later, she confesses she’s in love. Her daughter’s fake smile belies a broken heart.
As it turns out, none of this is even necessary because the dad learns the truth anyway (it’s not clear how, actually) and because he’s such a wuss he has no objection whatsoever. “Your mother is so strong-willed,” he tells his daughter. And he admires her for going after what she wants. What a cuck.
At one point, the mom takes the daughter to visit her side piece. Now I should mention the family lives quite comfortably. This guy lives in a giant dump. The mom diplomatically calls it a “fixer-upper”.
While the daughter lays in bed with her dark secret, excessive moaning is heard in the background. I’m amazed the husband wasn’t invited to watch. He would’ve enjoyed it.
Let’s talk about the relationship between the two girls. The daughter has only one friend, her new neighbour, a genuinely sweet kid with a dog she adores. Both are gymnasts competing for a spot on their high school team. The daughter sucks. She rarely sticks the landing. Her neighbour, however, can do this effortlessly.
The mom, a former figure skater whose career got derailed by a terrible injury (check out that big ass scar on her leg), demands perfection. As she watches her fail and fail again during her dismount off the uneven bars, she keeps her after practice until her actual coach comes back hoping to lock up for the day. She eventually gets it and they go home.
The mom also controls her weight. Look at the scene where she sits down to eat with the side piece. She is starving. He’s amused by how fast she scarves down her treat. But when she makes a mess, she gets worried. He doesn’t care. He cheerfully makes a mess himself.
Later, when they’re outside, she tries to show him some moves. She nails the cartwheel but not the aerial version despite numerous attempts. Very upset, he consoles her, telling her, “It doesn’t matter.” He even shows her that she’s better than him. He can’t even do a normal cartwheel like she can. It’s the first time anyone has fully accepted her, flaws and all.
The side piece has an adorable baby girl (his partner died giving birth to her) that the mom dotes on a little too much to the point where her actual kid feels jealous. The monstrosity she unintentionally unearthed from the woods picks up on this and while she’s in the middle of that important competition, danger awaits.
A couple of fateful moments prevent calamity that we never expected to happen anyway, but the side piece who has already tolerated one such violent incident, which is incredible in its own right (the tolerance I mean, not the actual sequence), has reached his breaking point.
That leads to a truly demented bit where the mom screams out her frustration, thoroughly injures herself on her steering wheel, wipes her bloody nose in an undignified manner, turns to her daughter and blames her for ruining her happy indiscretion. Jesus Christ, lady, buy a dildo already.
One of the biggest problems with Hatching is the daughter. The movie doesn’t see her as a villain but rather as an overwhelmed victim, someone with good intentions who doesn’t know what to do about the mess she’s made.
The problem with this is that she has dark thoughts that her adopted child instantly picks up on. You could say she’s something of a problem solver.
Annoyed by your neighbour’s yapping dog while she’s trying to sleep? It’s already taken care of. Can’t make the gym team because her new friend is better than her? Time to follow her alone at night as she walks down an abandoned street. Jealous of that baby? Well, the daughter picks the right time to injure her wrist. At least someone is spared.
As awkward as her relationship is with her own father, who’d rather be noodling on his brand new guitar anyway, it’s baffling to me why she doesn’t want her evil doppelganger to attack her mother, the sole source of her misery. But then again, I didn’t think Mommie Dearest was evil enough, just selfish and thoughtless.
Perhaps, that was the point. She’s a terrible stage mother but she does love her child. She is sometimes affectionate, just not as much as she should be. And she believes in impossible standards to the point where “I can do better” becomes a disturbing mantra for her kid. Where’s the moment where the daughter finally stands up for herself?
That may explain, albeit unpersuasively, why she isn’t at all upset about her daughter’s secret, even though it cost her access to regular side cock. After comforting her and admitting to her son he wasn’t imagining what he saw earlier in the movie, there’s a final confrontation. I found it wholly unsatisfying. And really, would the mom accept this substitution? She’s out of her mind but not entirely. Right? No, I’m not right, obviously. Just ask the steering wheel.
Hatching is at times more gross than scary but ultimately, just too weird to accept. Everybody knows how mama birds feed their offspring. The daughter learns this firsthand and, um, yeah, it’s not a pleasant thing to watch. And during the final act, the mom experiences ickiness of a different sort, one moment of which inspires a very bad laugh.
As dysfunctional as this family clearly is, despite the rosy image the mom tries to present at every opportunity online (they only seem to get along during video shoots and bedtime lullabies), when it comes to cover-ups, they are all on-board. The nice neighbour never learns what happens to her dog.
During her last vlog recording, the mom offers a series of half-hearted attempts at an update after her daughter gets injured in competition. As the false façade of her carefully cultivated family image fades over a succession of unused takes, even the mom can’t admit in public that failing is ok. Authenticity will hurt her brand. A lack of it kills this movie.
Released last year by IFC Midnight, Hatching feels like a weaker patchwork of other movies without offering much originality of its own. The weird bond between the daughter and her evil twin evokes memories of the anger babies in The Brood and the empathetic connection between Elliot and E.T minus much of the warmth. (Like Gertie, the creature even gets dressed up like the daughter.) Notice how they feel each other’s pain. They are completely in sync which causes an internal conflict that I didn’t completely believe.
The daughter frequently scolds her adopted child when she acts violently (even though subconsciously she clearly approves) but would do anything to keep her alive, even at her own expense, most likely because the thing loves her more than her own mother. It’s a Faustian bargain no one should feel compelled to make.
Dennis Earl
Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
Saturday, October 28, 2023
7:45 p.m.