Somebody had the audacity to ask me what Jessica Lange was doing in this film, playing an off-kilter mother who tries to do in her daughter-in-law. Frankly, I thought the answer was obvious. Have you ever seen Jessica speak in public? The woman is a moron; a giggling, incoherent mess whose mental balance invokes the image of an intoxicated high-wire act. She's like an eight-year-old who never grew up.
There's really nothing going for this film at all. Helen (Gwyneth Paltrow) visits Martha (Jessica Lange), the mother of her boyfriend, Jackson (Jonathon Schaech), and immediately neophyte director Jonathan Darby starts the barely-audible spooky music to make sure we don't miss the fact that Martha is whacked. Here's what he should have done: whenever Lange appears on screen, start the calm person music. That would have given me the willies.
Helen ends up pregnant and Martha manipulates the situation to draw Helen and Jackson back to her home, whereupon she starts undermining their relationship in an effort to get into a situation where she can take Helen's baby, kill Helen, and compel Jackson to stay with her forever, as if that made any sense at all.
At its best, this film is disturbingly gross. Jonathon Schaech looks like a rejected male department store manequin. Gwyneth Paltrow, who is supposed to be pregnant, looks like she's the subject of one of those PBS world hunger documentaries. Jessica Lange smokes like a chimney. And what the hell is the title "Hush" supposed to do for anyone? Diminish the word-of-mouth certain to kill this movie?
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