Laura’s review published on Letterboxd:
There are two types of mothers: apathetic or overbearing. Mother in this film is the latter and always in her son's face. They sleep in the same bed. She feeds him when he urinates. She babies him. Mother's only identity is tied to her son- she is never even named. Her overprotectiveness costs them both.
I can see the David Lynch influences in this film. The dance sequence at the very beginning would go well with Angelo Badalamenti's score. The characters hidden in shadows. The strange reactions to events. All are very Lynchian.