This weekend Bryon and I went to see A Monster Calls, which is based on the novel by Patrick Ness. I have not read the novel, but am interested in doing so. This is a hard film. This is not a film for children, for anyone who has experienced cancer personally or through a loved one unless you have some distance from the event. It’s also not a film for someone who might be losing a parent soon.
The film was harder on Bryon than me. His 90-year-old mother has Alzheimer’s, and while she is usually in good spirits, we lose a little bit more of her as time goes on. The other day, she had forgotten one of Bryon’s favorite childhood stories. That was hard for him.
In A Monster Calls, the protagonist Conor is about 12. His mother is undergoing treatment for cancer, and in his pain, he summons a monster. The monster decides he will tell Conor three stories, and at the end of stories, Conor will tell the monster the truth about the recurrent nightmare he is having. Conor will do just about anything to avoid telling the truth of that nightmare.
As the film peels back its layers, we learn about a variety of truths–Conor’s relationship with both his parents and his grandmother, the truth behind the bullying Conor experiences at school, and deep down, what his mother’s cancer is doing to Conor. At the same time, the monster tells Conor his stories and makes Conor question the simplicity of a child’s world compared to the complexity that has become Conor’s life.
The special effects in this film are beautifully rendered. Louis MacDougal, playing Conor, heads up a great cast which also includes Sigourney Weaver, Felicity Jones, and Toby Kebbell. It’s worth seeing once for sure, although I’m not sure I can watch it more than once. Bryon assures me he cannot.
Most likely the only Academy Award nomination this film might see, if it sees one at all, is for special effects, which is too bad, because MacDougal carries this film with all the prestige of an adult actor at his finest.