Tully | Little White Lies

Tul­ly

01 May 2018 / Released: 04 May 2018

A woman with blonde hair sits in a cosy, wooden-panelled room, wearing a patterned dress and a grey cardigan.
A woman with blonde hair sits in a cosy, wooden-panelled room, wearing a patterned dress and a grey cardigan.
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Anticipation.

Reitman and Diablo have a patchy collaborative relationship.

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Enjoyment.

Two magnetic leads make up for a patronising premise.

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In Retrospect.

Messy, but then again, so is motherhood.

Jason Reit­man reunites with Dia­blo Cody and Char­l­ize Theron for a frank explo­ration of motherhood.

Four of Jason Reitman’s sev­en fea­ture films have focused on moth­ers in some capac­i­ty. From his break­out hit Juno to 2013’s not-hit Labor Day, the film­mak­er seems fas­ci­nat­ed by mater­nal fig­ures, and a decade after he intro­duced the world to Ellen Page, he’s brought us anoth­er tale of matri­ar­chal malaise in the Char­l­ize Theron-helmed Tully.

Tul­ly, as it hap­pens, is a 26-year-old night nan­ny (played by Macken­zie Davis) whose ser­vices are gift­ed to Theron’s per­pet­u­al­ly-exhaust­ed Mar­lo by her suc­cess­ful broth­er Craig (a smarmy but sin­cere Mark Duplass) as she pre­pares for the arrival of her unplanned third child. The messy minu­ti­ae of Marlo’s stag­nant life are ren­dered with sym­pa­thet­ic detail as she attempts to raise her exist­ing chil­dren – one of whom has undi­ag­nosed addi­tion­al needs – as well as the new baby, with lit­tle sup­port from her well-mean­ing but aloof hus­band Drew (played with a per­ma­nent expres­sion of bewil­der­ment by Ron Livingston).

Theron has con­sis­tent­ly proven her ver­sa­til­i­ty as an actor, and as Mar­go she encap­su­lates a new sort of mater­nal vul­ner­a­bil­i­ty as a woman who finds her iden­ti­ty erod­ed by the stress of rais­ing a fam­i­ly almost single-handedly.

With the arrival of the effer­ves­cent Tul­ly, Marlo’s life begins to take a pos­i­tive turn, the chem­istry between Davis and Theron ele­vat­ing an oth­er­wise a fair­ly cliched premise. Tul­ly is, after all, a noc­tur­nal, mil­len­ni­al Mary Pop­pins. There are ele­ments of the film that do work very well – Reit­man man­ages to cap­ture the sti­fling monot­o­ny and tedi­um that comes from the chal­lenges of par­ent­hood, and Dia­blo Cody’s script is often as wit­ty as her past work, as well as pro­vid­ing some astute gen­der obser­va­tions (includ­ing the painful­ly hon­est Girls don’t heal”). It’s just not enough to save Tul­ly from stray­ing into absur­dism as a third-act twist ren­ders every­thing pri­or point­less, and some unsub­tle recur­ring mer­maid imagery becomes a distraction.

All the pain of Marlo’s sto­ry is uncon­vinc­ing­ly tidied up with a final coda, doing lit­tle to tru­ly pro­vide an accu­rate por­tray­al of post­par­tum depres­sion. What could have been an hon­est account of the com­plex­i­ties of moth­er­hood instead feels like a Hall­mark ver­sion, strange­ly sani­tised even when broach­ing the top­ic of a spicy mar­riage-liven­ing three­some. Reit­man seems unsure if Tul­ly is a fairy tale or an admo­ni­tion, but either way, a true mea­sure of the film’s suc­cess will be whether it puts women off moth­er­hood entire­ly by virtue of the site of a knack­ered Theron wad­dling about in an adult diaper.

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