In 2024, pregnancy horror gave way to mothers who are fed up and worn out
As the U.S. marches decidedly backwards, cynical films about motherhood reflect our reality.
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As the U.S. prepares for another four years of Trump presidency, issues surrounding abortion access and the future of women’s bodily autonomy are at the forefront of everyone’s mind. Naturally, as these discussions reached a fever pitch outside of the studio lots, they also bled into the cinematic narratives of this year, where stories centering on pregnancy and the concept of motherhood dominated our screens.
Historically, horror has been the genre of choice for writers to explore the intricacies of pregnancy and the female body in great detail. The metaphorical links drawn between monstrosity and the female body were so prevalent that in 1993, film theorist Barbara Creed published The Monstrous-Feminine, where she argued that countless definitions of the monstrous can be attributed to the female reproductive body, identifying the womb as the primary site of violence. Her examples are hard to contest: in Alien, extraterrestrial lifeforms multiply through grotesque recreations of childbirth (planting eggs inside human bodies that hatch by bursting through the stomach); in Rosemary’s Baby, the title character’s body is used as a vessel through which to birth the Antichrist. Female characters who are impregnated against their will and forced to suffer the consequences have long dominated our screens, and this year, films like Alien: Romulus, Immaculate, and The First Omen have all depicted pregnancy as an invasion on the female body. But a notable development in this year’s crop of films is how the fear of pregnancy and motherhood is no longer relegated to the world of genre films—even the documentaries and dramas of this year have approached motherhood with a cynical eye.
As the rise of abortion restrictions and the deliberate withholding of miscarriage care leads to more frequent cases of maternal deaths, fear of the female reproductive system (from the male perspective) in cinema has evolved into an exhaustion with the entire concept of motherhood. The films of 2024 have overwhelmingly depicted motherhood as a burden. In Marielle Heller’s Nightbitch, Mother (Amy Adams) spends her days in a continuous cycle of cooking and cleaning while her husband travels for work. She makes the same breakfast for herself and her son every day before they visit the same park, followed by the same library. She fears that she has lost her former self in the monotony of motherhood, and even declares that the woman she used to be “died in childbirth.”
At no point in Nightbitch is Adams’ protagonist ever referred to by name or given an identity beyond the family home. She is merely Mother, a title that obscures her identity beneath the familial role, and then Nightbitch, an alter ego that only arises as a result of the extreme exhaustion that comes from being Mother. Motherhood becomes so wearisome that she begins to envision herself as a dog who crawls on all fours and howls at the moon, an exaggerated metaphor for the feeling of being caged by the trappings of motherhood. It is only after she sets boundaries within her family—briefly separating from her husband and demanding that he help take care of their baby—that she returns to her pre-motherhood job of being an artist. Standing in the middle of a gallery showcasing her artwork to a crowd of friends and former colleagues, Mother finally finds contentment once more. The suggestion here is blatant: As fulfilling as motherhood may be, it will keep you from achieving your dreams and wear you down in the process.
The exhaustion of parenting is similarly highlighted in Mike Leigh’s Hard Truths, where the burden of motherhood and years spent suffering from depression weigh so heavily on protagonist Pansy (Marianne Jean-Baptiste) that she spends most of the film’s 97 minutes scowling. Pansy is the mother of a reclusive teenage son (Tuwaine Barrett) and she is exhausted by a lifetime spent looking after her family. She navigates the world as though everyone is out to get her, her anxiety-induced rage a byproduct of the COVID lockdowns, years of repressed grief, and unaddressed mental health problems. After years of being a housewife, joy is a foreign concept to Pansy and her bitterness blankets every room she enters.