‘Clock Review: Hulus Hormonal Horror Movie
Before zooming in, the hour takes a fun holiday approach, with at least half the crowd searching through a catalog of dreaded questions: Should I have a baby? Doesn't asking for them make me an outcast? Is hormone demand something that can go either way or be "fixed"? “Having a baby is the best thing that ever happened to you,” a teasing character tells our reluctant heroine Ella Patel (Diana Agron) as she falls screaming from a garden tree. Kidding aside, The Hour is a movie that finds horror in biology and inspiration in peer pressure and conformity.
"What do you do all day?" No kids? - surprises one of the many uninhibited mothers who surround Ella, who is promoted to interior designer (magazine film, corporate contract). When asked, she immediately thinks of her daily activities—swimming, having sex, cooking, working out, volunteering, giving massages. You don't yearn for more "understanding". But people don't leave him alone. Worse, her father, Joseph (Saul Rubinek), has taken upon himself the guilt of his generation: many members of your family died in the Holocaust, and you must multiply it for his daughter, your generation, your culture, and your culture. Ancestors. Ella waits to experience the physical stimulation that the other women talk about in order to please her father and husband Aidan (Jay Alley), but to no avail. Obstetrician Nikita Patel explains, “All women have a biological clock. "Maybe yours is broken." That might be a horrible thing for a doctor to do, but Ella thought so too.
Writer-director Alexis Cheknow creates a cool, cold atmosphere around Ella, who is really a single woman - none of these "friends" advise her, force her like her father, smart like Aidan. It only increases the insulation. Realizing that he can't manage everything - not in the way everyone understands the word - he dedicates himself by throwing away a large commission he earned to participate in a clinical trial at a biotech company whose logo is the symbol of infinity (∞) . Dr. Elizabeth Simon (Melora Hardin) blames her mother's rejection on her depression. Something is "fixed".
Diet, discipline and other drugs follow, and Ms. Agron gives a very insightful performance - we never doubt that Ella knows how bad things are, and the stress she's under is clear when we question her judgment. Mrs. Hardin, a figure of the first order, does not turn Simmons into a prostitute, but educates him from the start with a disturbing missionary zeal. So Ms. Jacknow finally has a little space to walk through the nightmarish hell, turning the hour into a movie for two different audiences, with all its moments of reflection.