Motherhood can be scary. From “Rosemary’s Baby”Through to “The Babadook”And “Hereditary,”We have learned this from a particular horror film. Equally disturbing, in Hanna Bergholm’s inventive, alarmingly sunny genre outing “Hatching,” is adolescence: lurking under a protective mother’s wings, waiting to crack and come of age in a Finnish suburb’s suffocating, expertly calibrated atmosphere.
But “Hatching”It is not necessary to get your blood soaked “Carrie.”You could consider it a weird lovechild. “American Beauty”A grotesque version of “E.T.,”With the uncanny touch Yorgos Lanthimos. Even this comparison feels incomplete in defining Bergholm’s directorial debut, a wicked foray into youthful anxieties that is admitted short on genuine scares, but full of delicious squirms and cringes through Bergholm’s skillful play with body horror and doppelgänger tropes — the same spirit that gave us both Robert Louis Stevenson’s “Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde” and Andrzej Żuławski’s “Possession.”
Written by Ilja Rautsi, the story centers on Tinja (sensational newcomer Siiri Solalinna), a dollishly wide-eyed, lonely tween gymnast who’d do anything to impress her overbearing, unnamed mother (Sophia Heikkilä, subtly terrifying), be it malnourishing herself for the sake of sport or practicing a flip on high bars until her hands bleed. Tinja is not the only one who should be blamed after she met her mother. Arrogantly domineering beneath a façade of fake smiles and forced kindness, she passive-aggressively pushes her daughter’s limits for an upcoming gymnastics tournament, and diligently posts videos on her popular “Lovely Everyday Life” blog. We quickly see that this suburbanite is obsessed with creating an idyllic, Instagram-ready lifestyle for others.
What fractures the family’s manicured reality is a wounded bird that one day barges into their comically pink-and-pastel living room. (Heavy on floral wallpapers, Päivi Kettunen’s eye-popping production design bursts with humor and unease, matched by Ulrika Sjölin’s purposely tacky-preppy costuming on Heikkilä.) Mesmerized in the aftermath of the curious episode, Tinja can’t help but wander out to the woods, bringing back a mysterious egg that she nests inside her giant teddy bear. Tinja begins to form a close bond with her quickly growing discovery. She keeps it secret from her curious little brother, happy-go lucky father, and probing mom. Things only get more complicated once the egg hatches, unveiling a winged, screeching, skin-and-bones creature with giant eyes, flat nostrils and an intimidatingly long beak — resembling less a horror movie monster than a childishly primal creature of the Harry Potter universe.
From this point, Bergholm and Rautsi fashion a somewhat predictable story, using the enormous bird (named Alli) as an evil twin conduit for Tinja’s darkest impulses, fears and even grudges. The young girl gradually becomes more aware of her rights and has a lot of fun with the idea. As Alli starts morphing into a demonic Tinja lookalike — abetted by impressively lean, mean special effects and Jarkko T. Laine’s spine-tingling lensing — Solalinna delivers a terrific double performance as a vulnerable child haunted by parental expectations and her low sense of self-worth. Her inner jealousy erupts, meanwhile, with the arrival of a picture-perfect girl next door, a more accomplished gymnast with a sweet little dog — something Tinja has always desired but been denied by her mother. It is safe to say that there will be bloodshed.
Amid the mischievous mayhem that ensues, Bergholm and Rautsi deserve credit for not abandoning Tinja’s mother, giving her a separate storyline involving a closeted extramarital affair — as seen through her daughter’s eyes. While the filmmakers don’t deepen this narrative enough, it generates intrigue nonetheless, suggesting more to Tinja’s unhappy mom and her unspoken desires than meets the eye. Is it possible that this is indeed the first time she’s found love, like she claims she has? It’s quite radical to let nuance and dimension into this pushy-parent figure. By the time Bergholm’s fairytale-gone-ugly reaches its unhinged finale, it feels like Tinja isn’t the only one coming out of her loveless shell, or confronting the maternal beast within to the point of no return.