The trailer for Grace sent me into a frenzy. On the surface, the premise seemed right up my alley. A women who has lost everything willing her baby back to life only to reap disastrous consequences? Yes please! I almost blind bought it. That’s how sure I was about this film. The tides have changed, my friends.
The first 20 (ish) minutes of Grace was exactly what I wanted. I adore Jordan Ladd and I wanted to make her character my bff. Seriously, a pregnant vegetarian seeking alternative birthing methods? I’ll take 2! Yes, I am that easy to win over. I found her character immediately likable and totally awesome. What the Hell happened?
I’ll tell you what happened! The story began to drag. The creepy breast milk subplot was totally unappealing. The inconsistent baby effects took me out of the film. Basically, I just stopped caring. And that makes me sad because I was sold after 10 minutes. I was crying as Ladd clutched her dead child and begged her to come back. Just thinking about it makes my stomach knot. I think my distaste for this film is so venomous because I felt genuinely let down. I allowed myself to get hooked; hell I wanted to get hooked! Then I was left flopping on deck of the boat only to be nudged back into the ocean from whence I came. Layman’s terms? I felt unfulfilled. I was ready to go on a journey. I wanted my heart to get ripped out and my mind to get blown. When it became obvious that neither of these things were going to occur, I would have settled for being entertained. In the end I wasn’t.
I haven’t seen the short this was based on but I have heard it worked better in that context. I can see that. I’m devastated that I didn’t enjoy this film.