I just watched Orphan – the psycho-in-the-family schlock horror starring Vera Farmiga, Peter Sarsgaard and Isabelle Fuhrman. It’s produced by Joel Silver and Leo DiCaprio, and is reasonably well-made and entertaining with a genuinely surprising plot twist. I’d recommend it in a “watch it if it’s on TV” sort of way.
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Apparently, adoption lobby groups were unhappy with the portrayal of family-less tots as homicidal maniacs. They shouldn’t be too alarmed, though. I mean, it’s not as if you fare any better if you bring your own bundle back from the hospital.
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Even supernatural elements aside, you’re not guaranteed an easy ride.
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But, you know, people project their anxieties. The kid picks up on the tension from their parents, gets stressed, cries more. It’s a vicious circle. Sometimes what you really need is some help.
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No?
Maybe you’re better off with your own folks after all. I mean, if they’re OK. I’ve not seen We Need To Talk About Kevin, but one review said that basically Tilda Swinton is a crap mother. I’m going to make a guess she’s not as bad as this one
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and the ineffectual dad at least isn’t a raging monster like this less-than-ideal stepdad.
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It’s starting to get a little worrying at this point. You can’t trust kids, whether your own or adopted – and, whether related or not, your parents could equally be the sociopathic killers in the home. Or maybe the nanny.
If you’re worried about the axe-wielding nutter in your life, it’s probably best to confide in a friend. I mean, if you can’t trust your friends, who can you trust?
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