"Nightbitch": A Howl That Doesn’t Quite Reach the Moon
Rachel Yoder’s 2021 novel "Nightbitch" was a literary sensation, captivating readers with its unflinching portrayal of a woman battling the suffocating expectations of motherhood and the gnawing sense of identity loss that can accompany it. The novel’s protagonist, an unnamed artist, falls into a spiral of exhaustion, frustration, and a deeply unsettling feeling of transformation, convinced she is becoming a dog, a disturbing yet strangely alluring metamorphosis that mirrors her alienation and yearning for a connection beyond the confines of domesticity.
Marielle Heller’s film adaptation of "Nightbitch," unfortunately, lacks the raw, visceral power of Yoder’s original work. While Heller faithfully captures the novel’s central premise of a woman’s breakdown amidst the burdens of motherhood, the film sacrifices the novel’s more unsettling edges for a more palatable, slightly formulaic comedic drama. It becomes a familiar story about female suppression, identity crisis, and the struggle for autonomy that echoes countless other narratives exploring the anxieties of modern parenthood.
The character of Mother (played with a commendable blend of vulnerability and exasperation by Amy Adams), finds herself caught in a societal rut: a dutiful wife trapped in the endless cycle of childcare and domestic tasks. The film effectively conveys the overwhelming tedium of her days, filled with "playdates," messy playrooms, and constant demands that leave her feeling exhausted and unfulfilled. Husband (Scoot McNairy), while well-meaning, embodies the obliviousness of many partners in the face of the monumental undertaking of raising a child. His inability to comprehend the true weight of Mother’s sacrifices further fuels her disillusionment.
As Mother’s frustration mounts, she begins to embrace a nighttime alter ego called Nightbitch. This persona embodies her suppressed desires, her burgeoning anger, and the overwhelming sense of being ostracized and misunderstood. Nightbitch, in the novel, is a raw, visceral force, fueled by rage and frustration, and a chillingly honest manifestation of the protagonist’s descent into madness. In the film, Nightbitch feels more like a quirky quirk than a truly disturbing transformation. The film’s comedic elements dilute the genuinely unsettling aspects of the novel, making Nightbitch more of a playful prankster than a terrifying embodiment of the protagonist’s unraveling psyche.
The film initially evokes a sense of unease with its depiction of Mother’s gradually shifting appearance: unexpected hair growth, a growing fascination with animalistic behavior, and an impulsive urge to growl and bark at her surroundings. These moments, while they hint at the novel’s more unsettling and surreal aspects, are quickly brushed over by the film, leaving the film’s exploration of Mother’s transformation feeling less like a genuinely terrifying breakdown and more like a mildly amusing side quest.
The film’s decision to focus on the comedic aspects of the narrative results in a loss of what makes the novel so uniquely compelling – the protagonist’s profound and unsettling descent into a world outside the boundaries of societal norms. The film never truly lets the darkness of Nightbitch blossom, leaving the character as more of a comedic crutch than a genuine manifestation of the protagonist’s psychological unraveling.
One of the major missed opportunities of the film is its failure to fully exploit the metamorphosis as a source of both horror and potential liberation. The novel delves into the protagonist’s growing fascination with animals, exploring how her anxieties about motherhood and her own perceived lack of control translate into a yearning for a more primal existence. This aspect of the story, the yearning for a life beyond the confines of normalcy, is largely underplayed in the film, which instead opts for a more lighthearted and humorous portrayal of Mother’s transformation.
Heller’s film, despite its flaws, offers a sincere and poignant exploration of motherhood. Adams delivers a nuanced, and often heartbreaking performance, effectively conveying the emotional turmoil underlying Mother’s struggle. The film provides a relatable portrait of a woman grappling with the challenges of balancing personal identity with the demands of family life.
However, the film ultimately falters in its inability to delve into the raw, unflinching depths of the source material. The novel’s exploration of societal expectations, the power dynamics within a marriage, and the anxieties of motherhood feels less potent in the film. While the novel uses the narrative of transformation as a commentary on the patriarchy, the film offers only a gentle critique of the societal pressures placed upon mothers.
"Nightbitch" as a film, while not lacking entertainment value, feels like a missed opportunity to truly explore the themes of female rage, societal expectations, and the potential for metamorphosis as a form of liberation. The film ultimately settles for a more conventional and predictable portrayal of a woman struggling with her identity, leaving the potential for something truly disruptive and unsettling unrealized. While it will likely resonate with viewers on a personal level, "Nightbitch" ultimately fails to embody the thrillingly unnerving and ultimately liberating spirit of the novel upon which it is based.