When I sat down to watch The Kids Are All Right, my mind was on other things. The pizza Iâ€™d just eaten (it was alright)â€¦the Cole Haan shoes I want to buy (I canâ€™t afford them)â€¦the A/C unit we desperately need in our living room (wouldnâ€™t it be nice?).
I simply wasnâ€™t prepared.
Here I sit, two days later, and I cannot stop thinking about this movie. Just a quick synopsis for those of you residing in places where this film probably wonâ€™t be released: The Kids Are All Right, written by LisaÂ Cholodenko, centers around two lesbians, Nic (Annette Bening) and Jules (Julianne Moore), whose two teenage children have decided to exercise their age-determined right to contact the sperm donor (Mark Ruffalo) their moms used to conceive them.
Thatâ€™s what you could say if someone asks what the film is about. But youâ€™d be underselling it by a long shot.
First things first: The acting is phenomenal.
Though she is wonderful in The Hours and Far from Heaven, itâ€™s so nice to see Julianne Moore successfully tackle a current woman again. Her portrayal of Jules is unnervingly honest and I was reminded of the gritty â€˜Moore of yoreâ€™ in Magnolia and Boogie Nights â€¦and as to why I regard her as a truly great actress.
Once again, I was charmed by Mark Ruffalo who stole my affection years ago as the bumbling, loveable druggie inYou Can Count on Me.
And Annette Bening is perfection as the uptight, breadwinning and wine-loving matriarch, Nic. Bening, prone to roles in which she gets to stretch her overdramatic muscles (a la American Beauty and Being Julia), unwaveringly steamboats her way through this film, unafraid to knock anyone from her path in quick, concise judo chops of wit & severe candor.
It would be sophomoric to claim that this movie is a statement about gay couples with children. There are so many currents pulsing through The Kids Are All Right, it is difficult to classify the film. Itâ€™s hysterical without pause to beg for laughter and itâ€™s heart-wrenching without device-motivated melodramatic outbursts.
I guess it suffices to say the movie is true. Itâ€™s a glimpse into a home, not just a family unit. They have fun together, smother each other, support each other, say hurtful things and do even more hurtful things to each other. They laugh, cry, yell and curse. The parents have sex (gasp, itâ€™s two women!). Â The kids holler and stomp up the stairs, screaming (You just donâ€™t understand!). The film boldly and unapologetically explores the complexity of relationships and illuminates what can happen if we become complacent and stop seeing the ones we love when theyâ€™re right in front of us.
In one pivotal scene, Jules interrupts her family watching a television program to apologize. Through tears, she explains that â€œmarriage is hard. Itâ€™s fucking hard.â€ And all of a sudden, as a viewer, I was struck with the clamor of the filmâ€™s voice. The sexuality and gender of this coupleâ€¦itâ€™s irrelevant. No one is exempt from making mistakes or above hurting the ones we love (especially the ones we love). Even those who have fought for the right to be with the person they love or to be able to adopt/have children. No matter the partnership, be it a straight or gay couple, committing your life to another person is a process. And itâ€™s hard. Year after year, the game changes. You grow, you learnâ€”about yourself and your partner. Life is in constant flux and the world changes around you. For you to somehow change as a unitâ€¦how can one not make mistakes along the way? Itâ€™s how we approach the resolution, thatâ€™s the key. Is it worth fighting for? Has too much time passed? Were we looking for an out anyway? Can we mend this? There are so many questions when trust is broken. Itâ€™s refreshing to see a film approach these issues in a mature, realistic manner.
I strongly recommend seeing The Kids Are All Right, alright? Itâ€™s a beautiful film with a lot to say, so listen up. Picky boy out!