I Saw Amy Adams’ New Film Nightbitch So You Don’t Have To (But You Should)

The nightbitch cometh...

*this post does NOT contain spoilers*

There’s a certain—energy—that pulsates through me when I see a good film.

It happened when I saw Aubrey Plaza’s new film My Old Ass, it happened when I saw Conclave, and it happens every time I rewatch Queen Latifah and Eugene Levy flirt in Bringing Down The House. It did NOT happen when I watched Gladiator II—so I know my picker is still picking. But the most important part is that it did happen when two of my favourite things came together—dogs, and Amy Adams in Nightbitch.

It is important to say that when this trailer first dropped, I was very against this film. The trailer itself made this seem, how you say—girl what the fuck???

It looked like the worst parts of early 2000s screwball comedies where a living person is paired with a wonky CGI animal, you know, the kind of roles James Marsden kills for (and likely the only ones he will continue to get since he decided to implode his career, but that’s a story for a different day, one day soon perhaps), but friend, I’m going to hold your hand—softly caress it even—when I say this, it’s not. It’s something much better

One thing about me, I’m gonna make EVERYTHING about Alexander Skarsgård

Also, now that I mention it, I bought this book, TWICE, and I still have not read it because BOTH copies have disappeared! Like what’s REALLY going on? Am I a nightbitch? Am I a bitch? Am I a lover? (now that song is in your head, you’re welcome) Anyway, if you wanted to read Nightbitch by Rachel Yoder, you can buy it here, and tell me if it’s any good.

Adams at TIFF with director Marielle Heller, her husband in the film Scoot McNairy, and some absolutely adorable pups

I’m not really sure what I was expecting with this film, but I trust Amy Adams, and I like bitches, and I’m pretty okay with night! And thankfully what I got was a beautiful exploration of not only motherhood, but womanhood, childhood, personhood, and harsh realities of what it means to reach our breaking points. Did I want to kill Scoot McNairy at times for being a shitty husband? Yes. Was I absolutely SHOCKED at some of the *things* Amy Adams did? Also yes. But also I adoooorrrreeeddddd her son in the film, and hey, he really balanced things out. Go see it. Two thumbs up¹

1. I’m realizing I should have my own “two thumbs up” saying for when I talk about movies, like I’m way fucking cooler than Siskel and Ebert (and more alive)