Studio: Sony Pictures
Director: Iris K. Shim
Writer: Iris K. Shim
Producer: Sam Raimi, Zainab Azizi
Stars: Sandra Oh, Fivel Stewart, MeeWha Alana Lee, Tom Yi, Odeya Rush, Dermot Mulroney
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Summary:
A traumatized single parent must confront ghosts from her past after her abusive mother’s death sparks a terrifying transformation.
Review:
Something I envy about mainstream media critics like Richard Roeper, or whoever qualifies these days, is that they usually only write one review a week. It’s not the decreased workload that’s most attractive about that scenario, although it’s definitely a plus. It’s their freedom to sit on a movie for several days and let thoughtful insights gestate before committing anything to paper.
I certainly don’t need more than two hours tops to say all that needs to be said about “Amityville Ouija Werewolf” or “Frankenstein vs. Sharkasaurus” (not real movies… yet). But I could probably use some more reflection on “Umma,” a horror movie whose metaphor follows the fear of turning into your mother, rather than rushing to write this in an afternoon so I can proof and post it the following morning.
Since I already knew the movie’s premise: a troubled woman confronts her own problematic parenthood when she inherits her abusive mother’s ashes, I’d already preformed what experiences varied audiences were likely to have with the film. I imagined younger twentysomethings and teens maybe hearing it was a horror movie, then being disappointed to find “Umma’s” terror is more thematic than tangible. Maybe those who didn’t know better would be caught off guard by an almost complete lack of scares, suspense, gore, and expected paranormal possession tropes.
I, on the other hand, was pretty pumped for an introspective examination of a phobia that’s very real to me. Without giving my exact age away, although I probably have before, let’s just say I’m closer to 50 than I am to 30. From complaining of creaks in my bones that weren’t there before to the way I might shuffle around a room, I’m regularly reminded of how many behaviors I’ve consciously and unconsciously inherited from my father. As he continues approaching death, and as my life continues to have less than half of its total hours remaining, I routinely ruminate on aging, dying, and how my parents affect my views on both topics.
So even though I’m usually a guy who goes for killer dolls and giant monsters, I went into “Umma” expecting, or at least hoping, for a cinematic essay on the horror of realizing how much of our identity may be beyond our control, and how that realization can create resentment that influences relationships with family members. Maybe that put unfair pressure on the movie to deliver more than it ever intended to offer. Because what “Umma” ended up being to me is just a skin-deep scratch on the subject dressed up as a simple supernatural chiller.
Amanda and her teenage daughter Chris get a standard introduction. An early montage sees the duo giggling in their kitchen followed by cozying up under blankets as they read a book together. You know, typical “Aww, aren’t they cute” stuff. Being beaten by a busted lamp wire as a child gave Amanda an intense aversion to electricity, so now she lives an analog life on a remote farm where she somewhat obliviously pushes a sheltered lifestyle onto Chris too.
The traumatized past she ran away from all those years ago finally catches up to Amanda when her estranged uncle delivers a suitcase full of her mother’s remains and personal possessions. Immediately after, haunting hallucinations cause Amanda to believe that, even in death, her mother has no intention of ever letting her go. Like it or not though, she’ll have to face the figurative and literal ghosts head on. If she doesn’t, she may inherit her mother’s wicked ways and become a similarly sinister specter for Chris too.
I wish I had the temerity to expound on the movie’s metaphoric virtues with astute analysis regarding the parent-child dynamics at work in “Umma.” I’m sure if I sat with the film for four more eight-hour days, I could come up with something pointed and poignant to say about it. Or maybe not, because I don’t think “Umma” inspired me enough to dig deeper into its minimal material even though my mind was eager to absorb its message.
“Umma” plays exactly like a low-profile Blumhouse production from the 2010s. There’s nearly no blood. The titular character’s offscreen demise is the only death. As for “horror,” there’s a small palmful of ghostly gotchas, e.g. being pulled into darkness by an unseen entity, and that’s it. Then you have a cast that’s just as small as the scares mostly milling between one exterior and two interior locations. Now that I think about it, I’m kind of surprised “Umma” wasn’t produced by Netflix.
This is basically an economical drama that’s just a bit better than an average theatrical thriller because it has excellent actors and a cultural twist on a common “vengeful ghost” setup. There’s quite a lot of Sandra Oh internalizing Amanda’s pain, but who better to put in a performance that’s predominantly built on expressiveness and concerned looks on her face? What “Umma” isn’t is the toothy treatise on battling skeletons that have transported from one person’s closet to another. I wish it were deeper, and darker, than it actually is. If “Umma” had more meat, I might have more to mull over.
Review Score: 60
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