wounded kite’s review published on Letterboxd :
With mother!, Aronofsky decides to combine the visceral despair of Requiem for a Dream with the maniacal ambition of something like The Fountain and, for me, he mostly succeeds. Look, I know the metaphors here are inherently ridiculous and the characters function only as archetypes and the sub- is completely removed from the -text, but you know what? I am an absolute sucker for films, akin to this, that aim so high and come out as such singular and alive oddities. Sure, you can point out some clear inspirations (The Exterminating Angel, Rosemary's Baby, and Children of Men all sprung to mind at various points), but I'm hard-pressed to come up with anything I've seen that's quite like mother!