The Adams family confronts death with heavy-metal style in Mother Of Flies
The first family of indie horror reckons with terminal illness and dark magic in their moody latest.
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“The difference between a poison and a cure is the dose,” forest witch Selveig (Toby Poser) tells the skeptical father of a dying young woman in the horror film Mother Of Flies. This concept can be applied in both science and magic, and Mother Of Flies is informed by both Western medicine and occult practice, syncretizing these opposing forces by filtering them through its creators’ personal experiences with illness. The result is occult horror as potent as the snake venom in one of Selveig’s dreadful “cures.”
Specifically, writer-directors John Adams, Zelda Adams, and Toby Poser draw parallels between the powerful chemicals used in chemotherapy and the baneful magic of its title character, a necromancer who offers a college student a last-ditch treatment for her terminal cancer. Selveig first contacts Mickey (Zelda Adams) in a dream, a fact that Mickey declines to share with her dad Jake (John Adams) until they’re already at the witch’s Baba Yaga-esque hut. He wouldn’t have agreed to drive her there if he knew; she’s skeptical herself, but given her recent diagnosis, she has nothing left to lose.
Selveig’s “cure” will take three days, and will be extremely painful. It will require Mickey to wade into the rot and decay that fuels Selveig’s power, confronting her own mortality in the process. Mother Of Flies accompanies the two step-by-step through the ritual, which is informed both by actual occult practices and Selveig’s fictional backstory. Selveig loves death. She’s intimate with it, both emotionally and physically. Poser gives herself completely to this strange, serious character, and her commitment is key to what makes the film work.
The woods are an invaluable asset as well. As in their films Hellbender and Where The Devil Roams, the filmmakers favor a high-contrast look that renders the forest in saturated shades of green punctuated with eye-singing orange. The colors of death—bruised purple, deoxygenated blue—are similarly vivid, giving shots of maggots writhing in a pool of decomposing flesh an undeniable Gothic beauty. Images of bones and blood and corpses abound, and the overall vibe is like a heavy-metal music video in the best way possible.