for Amy Adams might be enough, even without a win, for the and star to do whatever she wants. That includes a new horror-comedy film that adapts the same-named bestselling novel from Rachel Yoder. The film should be as flat-out bonkers as the book, which became a club favorite and, as such, arrives with a built-in audience.
Actually, the story is so bitingly funny that this movie is virtually guaranteed to be a runaway hit. Let’s talk about what to expect when this story comes to life onscreen, Oscar material or not: Plot Marielle Heller will be in the director’s seat and wrote the script, which presents a scathing take (with a feminist slant) on societal expectations of motherhood. Adams will portray, well, a woman whose name we will not actually learn.
In the book, she’s known as a “mother,” but then, according to the longline, she is — get this — “thrown into the stay-at-home routine of raising a toddler in the suburbs, who slowly embraces the feral power deeply rooted in motherhood, as she becomes increasingly aware of the bizarre and undeniable signs that she may be turning into a canine.” It happens? Well, perhaps the psychological horror of motherhood needed a good shake at the movies. Nothing quite turns a life upside down like sudden parenthood, but this story takes things into the body-horror-esque realm.
She starts to grow hair on her body and sprouts additional nipples, and after her husband (Scoot McNairy) tells her that she acted like a “bitc.
