Review: Mama

Score:C+

Director:Andy Muschietti

Cast:Jessica Chastain, Nikolaj Coster-Waldau

Running Time:100.00

Rated:PG-13

The mere fact that Guillermo del Toro and Academy Award nominee Jessica Chastain are involved in the Andy Muschietti directed Mama gives me enough reason to check it out.  How do I feel after viewing the physiological thriller?  Underwhelmed just doesn't seem to say it well enough.

Though decently crafted and beautifully shot, Muschietti's film is creatively hindered by its teen-friendly PG-13 rating.  Unable to go the extra step and often times reverting to music and prop placement, Mama is unable to reach its full potential and ultimately comes to an anti-climatic conclusion and creates more questions than answers.

The film opens with a dark and horrid incident that sees a father take his two daughters after killing their mother.  Slick ice leads to a vehicle accident that eventually has the trio in an abandoned cabin...or is it?

For what it's worth, the acting from both of our leads is impressive as they bring a sense of family to the story.  Chastain's Annabel is going through a drastic life change, and while her transformation is never the focus of the story, her struggles to cope with and understand her new "daughters" is.  It is her relationship with them that eventually takes center stage, prompting the major conflict with the story and eventually pushing it towards it final act.

As the story does reach its peak and things begin to come into full focus, I wasn't necessarily frustrated by the storyline, but I was with the way it played out.  The climax was short lived, the resolution a bit too easy, and the final act questionable when taken in by any amount of common sense.

Fortunately for Mama, its target audience won't question the final scene or the effect it would have on everyone involved.  The pieces to the puzzle fit together (some must better than others) and at the end of the day the film appeals to those it was made for--mindless teens who want nothing more than a little scare.

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About Stephen Davis

Stephen Davis
I owe this hobby/career to the one and only Stephanie Peterman who, while interning at Fox, told me that I had too many opinions and irrelevant information to keep it all bottled up inside. I survived my first rated R film, Alive, at the ripe age of 8, it took me months to grasp the fact that Julia Roberts actually died at the end of Steel Magnolias, and I might be the only person alive who actually enjoyed Sorority Row…for its comedic value of course. While my friends can drink you under the table, I can outwatch you when it comes iconic, yet horrid 80s films like Adventures in Babysitting and Troop Beverly Hills. I have no shame when it comes to what I like, and if you have a problem with that, then we’ll settle it on the racquetball court. I see too many movies to actually win any film trivia contest, so don’t waste your first pick on me. My friends rent movies from my bookcase shelves, and one day I do plan to start charging. I long to live in LA, where my movie obsession will actually help me fit in, but for now I am content with my home in Austin. I prefer indies to blockbusters, Longhorns to Sooners and Halloween to Friday the 13th. I miss the classics, as well as John Ritter, and I hope to one day sit down and interview the amazing Kate Winslet.

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