This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
"I'll go get started on the apocalypse."
Took my mother for round two. As with every out-of-left-field art film I show her, she responded with, "That was weird!"
mother! finds Aronofsky coming to terms with the repercussions of putting faith in the literal word. The Poet writes beautifully (or so the guests say), but the impact of His words comes at the great expense and physical devastation of that which truly inspires him. It's only after he gives back to…