"Eva" (Tilda Swinton) and "Frank" (John C. Reilly) do make for quite an unlikely couple but that they become, marrying and having a son. He's the eponymous child with whom she simply cannot bond. She only has to look at him and he bursts into tears, or fills his nappy. She must persevere, though, hoping as he ages that things might improve. Fat chance! Indeed, when the couple have a daughter, this seems to make matters between her and him (now Jasper Newell) even worse. He's not a very pleasant character, it has to be said, and as he ages further (into Ezra Miller) he knows exactly which buttons to press ensuring both her compliance to his wishes most of the time, and that has the most miserable time whilst he plays up to his father and pretends friendship with his sister. Now dad maybe didn't think it through when he gave the youngster a toy bow and arrow set, especially as that becomes a more serious hobby for a "Kevin" who has malevolent tattooed on his forehead. You just know things are going to end badly, but maybe not quite as horrifically as they do in the conclusion. I like Miller, and I think here he adds a strong degree of calculation to his portrayal of the flawed "Kevin". He also worked increasingly effectively with an on-form Swinton whose exasperation becomes more palpable as she reaches the end of her tether, time and time again. It's delivered by way of a retrospective, so we have some clue as to the fact that something heinous happened, but we have to follow the plot to discover just what led to the scenario in which we find our story related. There's not a great deal of dialogue and what there is is reminiscent of many a parental conversation with a non-communicative child whom it's tempting to just throw under a passing bus! It is a disturbing watch, but not for the sake of it. It's one of those films that gets under your fingernails a bit, and that's down to Newell, Miller and Swinton creating a psychological maelstrom that's quite chilling.
