Alice Lowe’s serial killer comedy has already garnered cult reputation on the festival circuit, as predicted here when we first hooked up after its premiere at Venice.
Now it arrives on general release and stands up magnificently to second viewings. Alice plays Ruth, a pregnant, grieving woman who embarks on a murderous spree at the behest of her malevolent foetus, a self-proclaimed demon seed: “People think babies are sweet,” it whispers from within…”but I’m bitter.”
There are lashings of inky black humour in this, from Lowe’s own deadpan to Jo Hartley’s relentlessly peppy midwife and Tom Davis’ revoltingly gruff DJ Dan.
But there is also horror and gore, and a swell of emotion.
Famously, Lowe made it while pregnant and all the turbulence of that physically transformative period are in here, shaken like a bottle of poisonous baby milk formula.
It’s all rather impressive, pregnant or not, and the speed with which it was all completed is admirable and clearly informs the film’s guerrilla, indie spirit, very much for the better.